Major Tom's Lament
Major Tom's Lament Here am I still sitting in a tin can Far above the world. But our planet earth Is no longer blue, But blackened and grey And permanently stained. By industry that smokes and chokes The air we breathe, And pours poison Into the dying seas. And cuts down the trees. Gouging huge holes in the ground, For the sounds of and diamond and gold. And lays forests to waste And plunders the seas. This beautiful Earth Broken and on its knees. So now in my tin can, I float above a world Which never learns. Ground Control are you listening? I'm happy here, To never return.