Lyrics:

Boys and girls in cars
Dogs and birds on lawns
From here I can touch the sun
Yeah, yeah

Put your jackets on
I feel we’re being born
The tropic of Capricorn is below
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We stall above the pole
Still your face is young
As we feel our weight return
Yeah, yeah

A trail of shooting stars
The horses call the storm
Because the air contains the charge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The radio is on
And Houston knows the score
Can you feel it? We’re almost home
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The crew compartment’s breakin' up
The crew compartment’s breakin' up
The crew compartment’s breakin' up
The crew compartment’s breakin' up (This is all I wanted to bring home)
The crew compartment’s breakin' up (This is all I wanted to bring home)
The crew compartment’s breakin' up (This is all I wanted to bring home)
The crew compartment’s breakin' up (This is all I wanted to bring home to you)