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 collect requested data
"What will it affect 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, home