Sailing round the true-blue sphere--- Is it too late to bale out of here? Well, there has to be some better way To turn back the night, Spin on to yesterday.
The old man and his crew--- After all these years, It's apogee. Pilot training and remorse--- Spirit friends fly too, At apogee. Apogee --- solar bright. Apogee --- through the night. Apogee --- overground. Don't think I'll be coming down.
Screened for a stable mate With nerves of ice we flew, At apogee. No creativity allowed To pass through stainless veins of steel, At apogee. Apogee --- put the kettle on. Tight-lipped --- soldier on. High point --- communicate. Don't forget to urinate.
So glad they put this window in. How to explain, how to begin? See! tennyson and wordsworth there Waiting for me in the cold, thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils Drifting golden, turned up loud. Tell the boys back home, I'm gonna get some.
The wrong stuff's loose in here --- I'm climbing up the walls, At apogee. So hoist the skull and bones --- Death and glory's free, At apogee.
A stranger wind, a solar breeze --- I'm walking out upon the starry seas. See pyramids, see standing stones --- Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.
Goodbye, cruel world that was my home --- There's a cleaner space out there to roam. Put my feet up on the moons of mars --- Sit back, relax and count the stars.
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