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

second stage is cut
we’re now in orbit
stabilizers up
runnning 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

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
he’s alive
no one understands
but Major Tom sees
now the life commands
this is my home
I’m coming home