Mushroom One

When I pop up in the future And I'm living off of pills and paste And I pop up in the cockpit And I'm dodging all the cosmic waste I'm a number in a convoy I'm an orphan of a dying sun And I'm following directions The coordinate of Mushroom One I've been drinking in the plasma Supernatural in the pastel moon Been administered a dosing From a Nommo with an astral boon Find the vital information That we sent you in a mushroom spore A cryptic invitation Should be growing on a dirty floor