This isn't like you San Francisco
All of life's a silent disco
It's what they told you back in flight school
Before you learned to fly
And later on in your compartment
You'll draw the shades and sit in darkness
Reading screens on aeronautics
Measure space and time
Don't know where you're going to land
California or Japan
With your helmet on
And pens in your pocket
You think of the girl that you loved in college
She kept your shirt and you built a rocket
Wouldn't fit you now
The fall's 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 closed 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
