Sputnik (8K71PS) - Lyrics
Sputnik (8K71PS)

by Terry Scott Taylor

©2017 Shape Of Air Music, BMI


L-O-V-E in blue

Across four fingers is tattooed,

Dad’s thick index pointing toward the stars

His sons took flight

With all the dreamers on that night

We landed on the moon, and then on Mars


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Is etched in metal flesh,

Winking at four bodies lying on the lawn

Here’s a distant father who

Can’t say “I love you”

And his bride, who tried to right what he got wrong


He was young and handsome

Street wise and tough,

Provided food and shelter

But that wasn’t enough

Still I believe to this day

That what he couldn’t say

That tattoo in blue said to us


And I won’t forget the night

Of the world’a first satellite

And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,

And the blanket on the lawn,

And a family now gone

In the blink of the red eye in the sky


The ship and it’s crew

Are running low on fuel

Caught in Earth’s gravitational force

We’re on trajectory; upward mobility

The captain fights to keep our ship on course


Our bodies on the grass

Form impressions that will last,

Something like an X marks the spot

Plans for a shelter there

From the rockets reddish glare

And the bombs that are certain to drop


Behind the concrete walls, the locks, and the bars

Dad will point to the ceiling,

We’ll remember the stars

It’s the price for second place

The losers in the race

Must get use to this new world of ours


And I won’t forget the night

Of the world’s first satellite

And a young boy who dreamed that he could fly,

Or the blanket on the lawn

And a family now gone

In the blink of the red eye in the sky

In the blink of the red eye in the sky