Shiny Toy Guns 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
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 To. 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
[repeat]
Home …..
