(4, 3, 2, 1)

Standing there alone,
the ship is waiting.
All systems are go.
"Are you sure?"
Control is not convinced,
but [bad word] 
has the evidence.
No need to abort.
The countdown starts.
(4, 3, 2, 1)

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 [bad word] home...

Earth below us,
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless [bad word] home...

Second stage is cut.
We're now in orbit.
Stabilizers up, [bad word] perfect.
Starting to collect
requested data.
"What will it affect
when all is done?"
thinks Major Tom.
(4, 3, 2, 1)

Far beneath the ship,
the world is mourning.
They don't realize
he's alive.
No one understands,
but Major Tom sees.
"Now the [bad word] 
this is my home,
I'm [bad word] (3,2) home (1)."

Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling home...
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling home...
Earth below us
drifting, falling.
Floating weightless
calling, calling home...
home.... home....
home...
home..... 
home......