Major Tom (Coming Home) - Peter Schilling

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, running perfect

starting to collect, requested data

what will it effect, 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 life 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 home

Earth below us, drifting, falling

Floating, weightless, coming, coming home

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