Peter Schilling
Major Tom
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
Stabilizers up
Running perfect
Starting to collеct
Requested data
"What will it affеct
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 realize
He's alive
No one understands
But Major Tom sees
"Now the light 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, coming home

Coming, coming, coming, coming home
Oh, coming, coming, coming, coming home