Countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Major Tom to ground control
I fear Rocket Man is growing old

Spending life in outer space
Wonders at the progress made
Floating between these satellites
In this his so called spaced out life

Afraid he was right when he said
The planet Mars is no place for kids
Filling his Tin Can with salty tears
Crying for his home all these years

Ground control to Rocket Man
There's no future in your plans
When there's no place for you to land
In this space of high demand

For Rocket Man and Major Tom
Time has treated you both so wrong
In this game of universal control
Light years away you lost your souls

With the mission to secure
New found worlds for dying Earth
Which has gone from bad to worse
Joining others in this age old curse

Rocket Man to ground control
I fear Major Tom is growing old