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)
