Standing there alone,


the ship is waiting.


All systems are go. 


"Are you sure?"


Control is not convinced,


but the computer


has the evidence.


No need to abort.


The countdown starts.





Watching in a trance,
the crew is certain.


Nothing left to chance,


all is working.


Trying to relax


up in the capsule


"Send me up a drink."
 jokes Major Tom.


The count goes on...









4, 3, 2, 1


Earth below us


drifting, falling.


Floating weightless


calling, calling home...






Second stage is cut.


We're now in orbit.


Stabilizers up,


runnning perfect.


Starting to collect


requested data.


"What will it affect


when all is done?"


thinks Major Tom.




Back at ground control,


there is a problem.


"Go to rockets full."


Not responding.


"Hello Major Tom.


Are you receiving?


Turn the thrusters on.


We're standing by."


There's no reply.








4, 3, 2, 1 


Earth below us


drifting, falling.


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


drifting, falling.


Floating weightless


coming home...
Earth below us


drifting, falling.


Floating weightless


coming, coming


home...
home.....









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