Текст песни The Commander Thinks Aloud

Boys and girls in cars Dogs and birds on lawns From here I can touch the sun Yeah yeah Put your jackets on I feel we're being born The tropic of capricorn is below Yeah yeah yeah yeah We stall above the pole Still your face is young As we feel our weight return Yeah yeah A trail of shooting stars The horses call of storm Because the air contains the charge Yeah yeah yeah yeah The radio is on And houston knows the score Can you feel it? We're almost home Yeah yeah yeah yeah 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 The crew compartment's breaking up The crew compartment's breaking up