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
