Lyrics
Hark, the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story, boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions, only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up through the cloud base
And the ground crew cheers as he puts down his landing gear
Hey boy, you're a hero
Take this cigar
And back home in Cleveland
All the papers and the local TV stations
Will be calling your mom
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says, "Sit down, my dear, was the milking all right?
Our American friends are late home tonight"