Frigid Tuesday morning, waiting for the winds to die
Shake the Magic 8 Ball, ask if everything’s all right
Outside the thermometer reads 31 degrees
Our families in the bleachers, bundled up so they don’t freeze
Filled with pride to watch their children fly
Eleven Thirty, Eastern Standard Time
(We want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Into the great big blue, we want to take you
Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
Into the great big blue
We skate across the launch-pad, anxious sled dogs on the ice
Tidal wave of darkness waits above the morning sky
Strapped onto the rocket, after multiple delays
Came down with Go Fever, after 6 or 7 days
Lost in wonder, dreaming how it feels (how it feels)
Blasting off from NASA’s frozen fields
(We want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Into the great big blue, we want to take you
Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Isaac’s laws of motion, coming true, right now
Classical mechanics start to take us down (we’re going down)
Atlas holds the heavens a little too (Atlas holds the heavens too far) far out
Falling to his ocean, never to be found (we’re going down, never to be found)
(We want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Into the great big blue (we want to take you)
Into the great big blue
Into the great big blue
Grey graffiti sprayed across the sky
Fall like streamers, eighteen miles high (we want to take you)
Grey graffiti sprayed across the sky
Fall like streamers, eighteen miles high
(We want to take you)
Blue, blue
