The Commander Thinks Aloud

Boys and girls in cars Dogs and birds on lawns From here I can touch the sun Yay! Yay! Put your jackets on I feel we're being born The Tropic of Capricorn is below Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! We stall above the pole Still your face is young As we feel our weight return Yay! Yay! A trail of shooting stars The horse is called a storm Because the air contains the Charge Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! The radio is on And Houston knows the score Can you feel it, we're almost home Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! The crew compartment's breaking up The crew compartment's breaking up The crew compartment's breaking up The crew compartment's breaking up The crew compartment's breaking up (This is all I wanted to bring home) The crew compartment's breaking up (This is all I wanted to bring home) The crew compartment's breaking up (This is all I wanted to bring home) The crew compartment's breaking up (This is all I wanted to bring home to you)