After the Mission

In the early days of cold war In the air around the clock Without the fuel to make it home They always had to dock Softly she fell from heaven And vanished without trace Another broken arrow Another disgrace In January of '66 A fireball in the sky Men in white read their measurements As the ground began to cry The fields became off limits And the scene belied the crime A whole year of harvest Lay rotted on the vine But what do we do, where do we go They didn't say when we left But what do we do, where do we go After the mission has been and gone Now the sunshine is here to stay And the fields are green once again But somewhere lies a mystery From a time of the craziest men And after the mission And the payload is true You get the eerie feeling That nobody thought it through