Hey there, Mr. Astronaut,
I can't see your face at all.
Fifty thousand spectators not agree on what they saw.
Images of light,
they're flying higher than you think you can.
Tell me,
Mr. Rocketeer,
am I getting high or sinking fast?
Here
it comes, the limousine.
Don't look now, it's turning left.
Hey there, Mr. Kennedy,
don't look now, you've lost your head.
Jackie O, she lives alone,
wondering why the God above.
Tell me now,
are you in pain,
are you in pain,
are you in love?
Hey there, Mr. Astronaut,
I can't see your face at all.
Fifty thousand spectators not
agree on what they saw.
Images of light,
they're flying higher than you think you can.
Tell
me, Mr. Kennedy,
am I getting high or sinking fast?
Hey there, Mr. Astronaut,
I can't see your face at all.
Fifty thousand spectators
not agree on what they saw.