Space is Lonely, That's OK!

This isn’t like you, San Francisco All of life’s a silent disco That’s what they told you back in flight school Before you learned to fly And later on in your compartment You draw the shades and sit in darkness Reading screens on aeronautics Measure space and time Don’t know where you’re going to land In California or Japan With your helmet on And pens in your pocket Think of the girl that you loved in college She kept your shirt and you built a rocket It wouldn’t fit you now The Falls been cold but space is freezing Houston tells me how you’re feeling These knobs and buttons have no meaning They flicker on and off I won’t ever understand If you’re a comet or a man If the station close and the stars don’t glimmer If you might want to come home for the Winter The Teflon suits and polyester Hang them by the door