The Commander Thinks Aloud - The Long Winters

Boys and girls in cars

Dogs and birds on lawns

From here I can touch the sun

Put your jackets on

I feel we’re being born

The tropic of Capricorn is below

We stall above the pole

Still your face is young

As we feel our weight return

A trail of shooting stars

The horses call the storm

Because the air contains the charge

The radio is on

And Houston knows the score

Can you feel it we’re almost home

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 to you

The crew compartment’s breaking up

The crew compartment’s breaking up

The crew compartment’s breaking up