Major Tom (Coming Home)

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 Four, three, two, one Earth below us drifting, falling Floating weightless, calling, calling home Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit Stabilizers up, running 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 resonding "Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?" "Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by" There's no reply Four, three, two, one Earth below us drifting, falling Floating weightless, calling, calling home