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
DRIFITING, FALLING
FLOATING, WEIGHTLESS
CALLING, CALIING HOME...