Plataforma De Despegue

You walked him to the rocket
He never came back, you never saw him again
He just took off in his aluminum suit
And his stuff in a pocket
He left a trail of black smoke
And headed into nothingness.

You stood there frozen
Gazing at the sun,
Looking up high
It was never the same,
The cold, dark, dry air
Withered your sweet body
While he crossed the sky
With his massive jet.

And every night with the stars,
You sat waiting
To see him fly by,
Riding in his rocket
Over the lunar twilight.