982 MHz

It's hard to understand how many stars exist
How many planets could be home to other species
The probability that we are on our own
Seems pretty small when looking at the midnight sky and

So we listen for distant voices
Scan the heavens in case they're talking
Seeking glimpses amidst the chatter
Searching for a

Sign, a technosignature, a proof that there are minds
That work the same as ours, we listen to the stars

I heard they found a wave through electronic ears
A frequency that made them sit up and take notice
Was it a stellar burst? 982 Megahertz
That seemed to come from Proxima Centauri b, a

Planet close by a red dwarf star a
Candidate for some form of life
A hellish place with no night and day but
Could this be a

Sign, a technosignature, a proof that there are minds
That work the same as ours, we listen to the stars

I want to hope it's true but there are those that say
That there's no way, because of all the cosmic rays there's
Only the slightest chance that life could get a grip
Upon the edge, the ever present sunset strip but

Just imagine, if we had neighbours
Pretty local, it's just four light years
Soon we'll send a probe, to say hello and
Let them know that they're not alone and
If they're out there, so close to home then
That would mean that the Universe is
Full of creatures, that evolution
Is more than just

Here, it's written in the sky, a proof that there are minds
That work the same as ours, we listen to the stars