Standing there alone, the ship is waiting
But the computer has the evidence
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
Drifting, falling, floating weightless
Stabilizers up, running perfect
Starting to collect requested data
"What will it affect, when all is done?"
"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?
Drifting, falling, floating weightless
Across the stratosphere, a final message
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They don't realize, he's alive
No one understands, but Major Tom sees
This is my home, I'm coming home"