Sailing round the true-blue sphere---   Is it too late to bale out of here?    Well, there has to be some better way   To turn back the night,   Spin on to yesterday.      The old man and his crew---   After all these years,   It's apogee.   Pilot training and remorse---   Spirit friends fly too,   At apogee.   Apogee --- solar bright.   Apogee --- through the night.   Apogee --- overground.   Don't think I'll be coming down.      Screened for a stable mate   With nerves of ice we flew,   At apogee.   No creativity allowed   To pass through stainless veins of steel,   At apogee.   Apogee --- put the kettle on.   Tight-lipped --- soldier on.   High point --- communicate.   Don't forget to urinate.      So glad they put this window in.   How to explain, how to begin?    See! tennyson and wordsworth there   Waiting for me in the cold, thin air.      Beware a host of unearthly daffodils   Drifting golden, turned up loud.   Tell the boys back home,   I'm gonna get some.      The wrong stuff's loose in here ---   I'm climbing up the walls,   At apogee.   So hoist the skull and bones ---   Death and glory's free,   At apogee.      A stranger wind, a solar breeze ---   I'm walking out upon the starry seas.   See pyramids, see standing stones ---   Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.      Goodbye, cruel world that was my home ---   There's a cleaner space out there to roam.   Put my feet up on the moons of mars ---   Sit back, relax and count the stars.