These premonitions shine like stars that   Fall to earth too fast   I see the empty glass      Where do we belong   Tell me major tom   Because nothing's making sense   I listen and lament      For golden years that pass like thunder   And soldier on through time   This empty glass is mine      Where do we belong   Could you help us major tom   Because nothing's making sense   I listen and lament      A starman will come   When diamond dogs run   We need ground control   We're losing our souls      A starman will come   When diamond dogs run   We need ground control   We're losing our souls      We're losing our souls   We're losing our souls   We're losing our souls