Whimsical Ziggy Starman Space Odyssey

Oh Your whimsical Words and whiles and ways Are like Vaseline on a chapped baby's bum Or camomile on sunburn skin Conservative journeys traversing the vacuum On the dark side of the moon Only the true believers Are destined to see If Apollo goes to plan And the shuttle lands The future is in your hands Fire up the marching band And make a stand For a return to mother earth Re-entering in a blaze of firework glory The countdown where Rockets left Sound a crack of warrant thunder No more under The spell of magic The whimsical reside Man has been to the other side And there is no going back The heaven's are no longer black Back to the motherland Where the only thing to fear Is conquering army's That fund exploration