After the Mission Lyrics

In the early days of cold war

In the air around the clock

Without the fuel to make it home

They always had to dock

Softly she fell from heaven

And vanished without trace

Another broken arrow

Another disgrace

In January of '66

A fireball in the sky

Men in white read their measurements

As the ground began to cry

The fields became off limits

And the scene belied the crime

A whole year of harvest

Lay rotted on the vine

But what do we do, where do we go

They didn't say when we left

But what do we do, where do we go

After the mission has been and gone

Now the sunshine is here to stay

And the fields are green once again

But somewhere lies a mystery

From a time of the craziest men

And after the mission

And the payload is true

You get the eerie feeling

That nobody thought it through