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, 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 affect 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      Four, three, two, one   Earth below us, drifting, falling   Floating weightless   Calling, calling home      Four, three, two, one   Earth below us, drifting, falling   Floating weightless   Coming home      Earth below us, drifting, falling   Floating weightless   Coming, coming home   Home, home, home