Late Home Tonight, Pt. II

Hark, the wire service sing Clear the satellite link Check the fax machine Hold the lead story, boys There's some great pictures coming in Now the pilot's heartbeat slows Palms dry out No questions, only orders And the F-1 glides in nose-up through the cloud base And the ground crew cheers as he puts down his landing gear Hey boy, you're a hero Take this cigar And back home in Cleveland All the papers and the local TV stations Will be calling your mom And the farmer's wife Shoos the cat off the chair She says, "Sit down, my dear, was the milking all right? Our American friends are late home tonight"