In the middle of a hurricane
They stop and turned
And asked us questions
What's the reason for these things you keep?
And why are you trying to save them?
And they didn't lend a hand
We were fired into outer space
In a capsule aimed at a planet
To try to learn if we could stand the place
If there's a language could we understand it
But we'll miss the breeze
Watching the mercury climb
We'll miss the trees waving leaves in the summertime
We'll even miss the snow
Watching the heater glow
Hearing songs that we know on the radio
Hearing songs that we know on the radio
They had said we be the first ones to find out what it's like
But we landed in the wreckage of a thousand former flights
We had bought into the story and we're sorry that we did
But we'll miss the breeze
Watching the mercury climb
We'll miss the trees waving leaves in the summertime
We'll even miss the snow
Watching the heater glow
Hearing songs that we know on the radio
Hearing songs that we know on the radio
Hearing songs that we know on the radio
