[Verse 1]
Frigid Tuesday morning, waiting for the winds to die
Shake the Magic 8 Ball; ask if everything’s all right
Outside the thermometer reads 31 degrees
Our families in the bleachers, bundled up so they don’t freeze

[Pre-Chorus]
Filled with pride to watch their children fly
Eleven Thirty, Eastern Standard Time

[Chorus]
(We want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Into the great big blue, we want to take you
Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
Into the great big blue

[Verse 2]
We skate across the launch-pad, anxious sled dogs on the ice
Tidal wave of darkness waits above the morning sky
Strapped onto the rocket, after multiple delays
Came down with “Go Fever”, after 6 or 7 days

[Pre-Chorus]
Lost in wonder, dreaming how it feels (how it feels)
Blasting off from NASA’s frozen fields