So far, so good, or so they say from Mission Control
The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul
The rockets burn as servos click and turn and fall into their place
Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space
He is strong, made of steel, with the graphite lining
Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying
Space Robot 5, is he alive?
So very alone, so far from home
Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds
She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines
To his heart, she was life
So he prays to his Maker with a sigh
As his fire sputters out, because robots never cry
Space Robot 5, is he alive?
So very alone, so far from home
Space Robot 5, is he alive?
So very alone, so far from home
