Standing here aloneThe ship is waiting, all systems a goAre you sure?Control is not convinced, but the computer has the evidenceNo need to abortThe countdown startsWatching in a tranceThe crew is certain, nothing left to chanceAll is workingTrying to relax, up in the capsule »Send me up a drink », jokes Major TomThe count goes on4,3,2,1Earth below usDrifting, fallingFloating weightlessCalling, calling homeSecond stage is cutWe’re now in orbit, stabilizers upWe’re running perfectStarting to collect, requested dataWhat will it affect, when all is done?Thinks Major TomBack at ground controlThere is a problem, go to rockets fullThey’re not responding »Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?Turn the thrusters onWe’re standing by »There’s no reply4,3,2,1Earth below usDrifting, fallingFloating weightlessCalling, calling homeAcross the stratosphereA final message, « give my wife my love »Then nothing moreFar beneath the shipThe world is mourningThey don’t realize, that he’s aliveNo one understands but Major Tom seesNow that life commandsThis isn’t my homeI’m coming homeEarth below usDrifting, fallingFloating weightlessCalling, calling4,3,2,1Earth below usDrifting, fallingFloating weightlessCalling, calling home