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