• Written By: Richard James and Lyle Brewer
• Lyrics By: Richard James and Lyle Brewer

Floating through the atmosphere
We don't know where we are
just another satellite
Among the shooting stars
On our own we wonder
if we'll ever make it home
What if all the engines fail
We're out here on our own

Counting down the days
As we ration out the food
The sounds of an alarm
start screaming loudly in the room
A comets coming closer
and there's nothing we can do
Watching through the windows
as we face impending doom

Braced for impact
they both stare down the giant icy sphere
as it barrels through space
speeding towards the ship...
With Sweat dripping down their faces
they count down the final moments of life
wishing they never met Milwaukee Talkie
and made this fateful trip
As the comet closes in
they realize there's a chance that it could miss
As they both close their eyes
and say their last goodbyes
the comet soars past them,
only clipping the ships orbiter
and sends them both spinning
uncontrollably out into the void...
towards a shiny silver celestial orb
in the middle of the galaxy....."