Desert Launch Rite

(ahhhh) West Texas dust on the launchpad floor

Six million pounds of pressure at the door

We rise on a pillar of kerosene fire

Chasing the blue a little bit higher

Gravity pulls like a heavy hand

Leaving the lines of the desert sand

Four minutes up there

Where the silence is deep and wide (so high) Four minutes up

there Let the gravity slide

We hit the cutoff and the pressure is gone

A cowboy hat floats in the cabin alone

Drifting in silence, looking down at the curve

Four minutes of peace

we didn't deserve

The booster is heading back down to the plains

Balancing fire on metal and chains

Four minutes up there

Where the silence is deep and wide

(so high) Four minutes up there Let the gravity slide

Down the metal steps to the desert floor

We're not the same people who closed that door

Four minutes up there...