So far, so good, or so they say from Mission Control The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul The rockets burn as servos click and turn and fall into their place Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space
He is strong, made of steel, with the graphite lining Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying
Space Robot 5, is he alive? So very alone, so far from home
Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines To his heart, she was life So he prays to his Maker with a sigh As his fire sputters out, because robots never cry
Space Robot 5, is he alive? So very alone, so far from home
Space Robot 5, is he alive? So very alone, so far from home
