So far, so good, or so they say from Mission Control

The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul

The rockets burn as servos click and turn and fall into their place

Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die in the darkness of space

He is strong, made of steel, with the graphite lining

Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying

Space Robot 5, is he alive?

So very alone, so far from home

Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds

She is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines

To his heart, she was life

So he prays to his Maker with a sigh

As his fire sputters out, because robots never cry

Space Robot 5, is he alive?

So very alone, so far from home

Space Robot 5, is he alive?

So very alone, so far from home