Perfect.
Back at ground control
There is a problem
“Go to rockets full”
No responding
“Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?”
“Turn the thrusters on we are standing by”
No reply
4, 3, 2, 1...
Chorus:
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 lights command
“This is my home”
“I’m coming home”
Chorus: