Music and lyrics by Mike Taht

Rhysling and me, we were brothers
We sailed the spaceways and we rode the roads
Hitchin' lifts on those shuttle trips (on daydreams)
Unpacked our guitars at L.E.O.

Every time I needed that ticket out
Rhysling would always cadge us a ride

Rhysling and me, we were lovers
Loved every girl in Jupiter's rings
Playing in dives, from Ceres to L5

Falling free and flying high
On that fire in the sky

Rhysling and me, we watched every launch
We talked through the sunsets and slept through the holds
Waiting for the flight of a great white bird
And the biggest noise a man ever heard

And then we'd be falling free
Falling free and flying high
All we ever needed was that rocket ship
And the stars to steer her by

Flew with McNair for the first sax in space
NASA blew the broadcast and then they lost the tapes
And somewhere, over the Atlantic
There flies a bird's horn
(sample of "Go for 104 percent" ... "psssbt" distant sax)

Falling Free
Falling free and flying high
All we ever needed was that rocket ship
And the stars to steer her by

Rhysling and me, we went our separate ways
He went on singing songs of the spaceways
I did my time in Callahan's bar
Smashed my glass, and never looked at the stars

'Cause then I'd be falling free
Falling free and flying high
All we ever needed was that rocket ship
And the stars to steer her by