Saturn Seeker
Eleanor Reinhardt turns on the
Engine and "my part is done", she thinks
One last look at Nashville
She's got a mean old rocket to catch, still
Brave face on and notebook in hands
Space station bound, looks for faraway lands
Planning to hijack the ship,
The NASA employees could never understand
She's heard tales of your
Major Toms and your
Rocket Men so she
Came prepared, brought a
Magazine and a
Prayer to sing so she
Sneaks inside her own
destiny
We've got an unauthorised take off
I repeat, unauthorised take off from platform 2
The rocket must be shut down immediately
Can anyone hear me?
Hello?
She's heard tales of your
Major Toms and your
Rocket Men so she
Came prepared, brought a
Magazine and a
Prayer to sing so she
Writes a poem for
Posterity
The retired astronaut seems to have taken hold of the spacecraft
To explore Saturn's largest moon, Titan
So far, all we've heard from Eleanor Reinhardt
Has been a collection of poems she's sent to the ground team
Her motives are still unknown
She has listened to the silence
She has seen the darkness too
She is used to being lonely
She has lived as a destitute
So, she sails into the moon
Saturn is in bloom
Though her soul may be consumed
She will not get a tomb
Assimilated matter
Floating space litter
Like the ashes you scatter
Major Tom's life will linger
Rocket Man's life will linger
Like space litter
And the ashes you scatter
Are assimilated matter
And the poems you left with us
Will revive you for a few minutes
At a time we need you
Your last whispers will sound new
Engine and "my part is done", she thinks
One last look at Nashville
She's got a mean old rocket to catch, still
Brave face on and notebook in hands
Space station bound, looks for faraway lands
Planning to hijack the ship,
The NASA employees could never understand
She's heard tales of your
Major Toms and your
Rocket Men so she
Came prepared, brought a
Magazine and a
Prayer to sing so she
Sneaks inside her own
destiny
We've got an unauthorised take off
I repeat, unauthorised take off from platform 2
The rocket must be shut down immediately
Can anyone hear me?
Hello?
She's heard tales of your
Major Toms and your
Rocket Men so she
Came prepared, brought a
Magazine and a
Prayer to sing so she
Writes a poem for
Posterity
The retired astronaut seems to have taken hold of the spacecraft
To explore Saturn's largest moon, Titan
So far, all we've heard from Eleanor Reinhardt
Has been a collection of poems she's sent to the ground team
Her motives are still unknown
She has listened to the silence
She has seen the darkness too
She is used to being lonely
She has lived as a destitute
So, she sails into the moon
Saturn is in bloom
Though her soul may be consumed
She will not get a tomb
Assimilated matter
Floating space litter
Like the ashes you scatter
Major Tom's life will linger
Rocket Man's life will linger
Like space litter
And the ashes you scatter
Are assimilated matter
And the poems you left with us
Will revive you for a few minutes
At a time we need you
Your last whispers will sound new
Credits
Writer(s): Yuri Furtado
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