Red Horizon Triumph

(static hiss)

Six miles down through a wall of fire

No telemetry, we walk the wire

Seven minutes in the dark alone

Looking for a signal

from our home (beep) Sky crane hovering,

rocket fire bright

Holding the cables in the alien night

Lower the wheels to the ancient ground

Waiting in the silence,

not a single sound

And the room stands up as one!

(ahhhh) We see the wheel in the dust,

the journey's begun! (ooh-ahhh)

One clean picture from a world away

Turning the shadows into golden day

Seven minutes of the silent fear

Answered by the shouting of the pioneers (yeah!)

(We are there! We are there!)

Touchdown confirmed, the signals are clear! (yeah!)

Seven minutes...

(static

hiss, radio

click-off)