Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Control is not convinced,
but the computer
has the evidence.
The countdown starts.
No need to abort. Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.
Nothing left to chance,
Trying to relax
up in the capsule
all is working.
"Send me up a drink."
The count goes on. 4, 3, 2, 1
jokes Major Tom.
Earth below us
Floating weightless
drifting, falling.
calling, calling home. Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers up,
runnning perfect.
Starting to collect
"What will it affect
requested data.
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom. Back at ground control,
there is a problem.
"Go to rockets full."
Not responding.
Are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on.
"Hello Major Tom.
There's no reply.
We're standing by." 4, 3, 2, 1
drifting, falling.
Earth below us
Floating weightless
calling, calling home. Across the stratosphere,
a final message:
"Give my wife my love."
Then nothing more.
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning.
They don't realize
he's alive.
No one understands,
but Major Tom sees.
"Now the light commands
this is my home, I'm coming home."
Earth below us
Floating weightless
drifting, falling.
coming home.
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
coming, coming
home.home.
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