When they boarded the private plane

When the boys in Houston said

"All systems are go"

They set themselves against the moon

Knowing full well what it might do

There was an icy glare

Till rocket fuel inflamed the air

Florida's change of season is the beholder's eye

And Florida had it's reasons for setting our hopes sky high

Panhandle warming, another January morning

The shuttle reincarnate is a road

Now westward the barefoot artist makes his way

Each thing he sees he calls by its name

A screaming comes across the sky

Mistook the climate for the weather's turns

Another case of the dreamer's disease

Should a fine day break on God's green earth

Who else but dreamers will believe?

In the headlights' glare

One last gulp sacred air

In Florida, winters seem to wear spring's disguise

And Florida is the reason that the best of us have died