The Final Frontier

With all the recent talk of mars rovers and such like, it seems amiss I don't have a song about space or something for the album (#thereisnoalbum #thereisnoprogspacerockgoingonitiftherewas). Got keep up with the times to appear relevant to the youth. I decided to rectify this, promptly, with this song which I have called:
The Final Frontier

[some spaceship sound samples]

Momma with the space helmet, hey, are you ok?

There’s wires going in you and tubes going out you,

Leaking your essence away

The space screens’ glow, I’m worried they show,

Your vital signs are too low,

Without checking, I wonder if you know

Momma with the space helmet, hey, can you hear me?

You’re as cold as a space vacuum and lonely as an empty room,

Weak as low gravity

Oxygen dial at ninety-nine, through pressurised line

Just breathe, you’ll be fine

I wish seconds were longer in time

Momma with the space helmet, hey, can you switch boosters on?

You’re drifting away and I’m frightened to say,

Contact soon will be gone

A panel warning alarm, we cannot disarm,

Beeping out “you’re in harm”,

No panic, the experts are calm

Momma with the space helmet, hey, no more can be done

When you blasted off through and the sky was so blue,

I hope you had enough fun

They are powering down, you’re starting to drown

Still, in your hospital gown

Space helmet: a terrible crown

Momma with the space helmet, hey, it’ll be alright

I already miss your bright fire and I’d be worse than a liar

If I said I didn’t think of you that night.

Because I looked up to the sky, through telescope eye

I saw the stars and tried to count every one

I thought some might be satellites 

And I thought about you.

[inaudible radio transmissions from space stations]

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