watercolors and brush.
detail of an old work.
This is major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here am I sitting in a tin can far from the world
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows
Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead,
There's something wrong
Can you hear me, major Tom?