Space is Lonely, That’s Ok!

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
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

And fall's been cold
But space is freezing
Houston tells me how you're feeling
These knobs and buttons have no meaning
They flickеr on and off

I won't ever understand
If you'rе a comet or a man

If the station closed
Or the stars don't glimmer
If you might want to come home for the winter
Teflon suits and polyester
Hang them by the door