E|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------------10---------9--------7-7--------|
G|-----9-------8---------------8-8------9-----9---------9------9-9--9-----|
D|-------9-------9------11--9--9-9---7----------7--7-------7---7-7--9-----|
A|-7-7-----7-7-----7-7---------7-7----------------------------------7-----|
E|-0-0-----0-0-----0-0---------0-0----------------------------------0-----|
 
 
A train moving out of the station, somewhere south of it.
A satellite making connections somewhere over it.
One makes a long lonely howl, one is silent.
A new design waits to be launched somewhere west of it.
 
A
Calling all cans on the go,
A
This is mission control
A                     E   D   A   Bm
Somewhere built below it.
 
Pass that cup over here; this is boring.
And I don't even do this anymore to believe
The nonsense I'm hearing.
A certain amount of booze is all it takes to relax me.
Then it's back to my parents' home in a taxi.
 
Back to the place I belong,
To the place I belong.
Somewhere built below it.
 
E         D       A
Pass that cup over here
E         D       A
Pass that cup over here
this is boring.
 
I am a science boy.
I grew up on dinosaurs,
A million different species of birds, and aircraft.
 
This is the science of truth,
Is the science of love,
Is the science of it.