Sailing round the blue sphere Is it too late to bale out of Well, there has to be better way To back the night, spin on to yesterday
The old man and his After all these years, it's training and remorse Spirit fly too, at apogee
Apogee, bright Apogee the night, night, night Apogee, Don't think, I'll be coming
Screened for a mate With of ice we flew at apogee No creativity To through stainless veins of steel at apogee
Apogee, put the on lipped, soldier on, on, on High point, Don't forget to
So glad they put window in How to explain, how to Mr.Tennyson and there for me in the cold, thin air
Beware a host of unearthly Drifting golden, turned up up loud
The wrong loose in here I'm up the walls at apogee So the skull and bones Death and glory's free at
Apogee, bright Apogee through the Apogee, Don't think, I'll be coming
A wind, a solar breeze I'm walking out upon the seas See pyramids, see standing cotton undies and blue telephones
Goodbye, cruel world that was my and oh cleaner space out here to roam Put my feet up on the moons of Sit back, relax and count the
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three,