A hot and windy August afternoon has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves as they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass
Signal transmitted, message received Reaction making impact, invisibly Elemental telepathy exchange of energy Reaction making contact mysteriously Eye
Dedicated with thanks to astronauts young and crippen and all the people of nasa for their Inspiration and cooperation Lit up with anticipation We arrive
His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation Radio
Dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire With
We've got nothin' to fear but fear itself Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy Not the faulty units in this mad machinery Not the broken contacts
Translation: Rush. New World Man Signals.
Translation: Rush. Subdivisions Signals.
: A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies
: Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up
: Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact -- Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact --
: The dancer slows her frantic pace In pain and desperation, Her aching limbs and downcast face Aglow with perspiration Stiff as wire, her lungs
: Lit up with anticipation We arrive at the launching site The sky is still dark, nearing dawn On the Florida coastline Circling choppers slash
: He's a rebel and a runner He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his
: We've got nothing to fear -- but fear itself? Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken
: His world is under observation -- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation
Signals transmitted Message received Reaction making impact -- Invisibly Elemental telepathy Exchange of energy Reaction making contact -- Mysteriously
His world is under observation -- We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks up scraps of conversation
