Standing here alone The ship is waiting, all systems a 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
4,3,2,1 Earth below us Drifting, falling Floating weightless Calling, calling home
Second stage is cut We're now in orbit, stabilizers up We're 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 They're not responding "Hello Major Tom, are you receiving? Turn the thrusters on We're standing by" There's no reply
4,3,2,1 Earth below us Drifting, falling Floating weightless Calling, calling home
Across the stratosphere A final message, "give my wife my love" Then nothing more
Far beneath the ship The world is mourning They don't realize, that he's alive No one understands but Major Tom sees Now that life commands This isn't my home I'm coming home
Earth below us Drifting, falling Floating weightless Calling, calling 4,3,2,1 Earth below us Drifting, falling Floating weightless Calling, calling home
B.o.n. (Band Ohne Namen) lyrics