Major Tom (Coming Home) Songtext
von 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
Stabilisers 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 reply


Four... three... two... one
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 realise
He's alive!

No one understands
But Major Tom sees
Now the life commands
This is my home, I′m coming home

Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming home

Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming home

Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming, coming

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