Major Tom – Peter Schilling

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 effect, 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…