Space Cowboy
Waiting for lift off
Relying on a capsule
Soon he'll be flying
Held aloft
By science and perhaps you'll...
Know why he laugh, why he cry
Rodeo rocket, he can fly, fly
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
Blissed out, in ecstacy
Now he's riding the starry range
On an interstellar prairie
The lonesome moon, so strange
The sky, so vast and scary
It blows his mind and he'll sigh
Deep in the saddle, riding high, high
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
He's seeing stars
And stars set him free
He's a real Space Cowboy
Blissed out
Now he's waiting for touch down
Seems like he's been gone a century
Now he's heading for ground
Will he burn up on re-entry?
