Now The Great Space Race was paid for and won
When I came along, they'd moved on to guns
But the shuttle still blows on those barroom TVs
And they still sing, 'O say, can you see?'

We all feel too late
We seize up and hesitate
Forget our great fortune and luck
I'm a son, a brother, I'm right on time for this life
I'm not going soft
I'm just paying the miracle off

Now a thousand old souls still wake up
From Dresden dreams to Florida sun
Shuffle 'round rooms humming Glenn Miller tunes
Feeling useless, used up and done