Better roll down the windows Before you go over the rails, the rails, the rails, the rails Tumbling through space displaced by the Rips in the sails, the sails the sails, sails The water's on fire we're searching for higher ground And we are going home Bowie took our friends in his spaceship to sit this one out Their looking down on earth they're Convinced that it's always been round If only we could finally see the ship has crashed into the sea They are going home Thought we'd find salvation at the bottom of a glass As we plunge ever further- Is that too much to ask If only we could finally see there's so much left for you and me And we are going home Row row row your boat as it sinks into the deep Row row row your boat onward up a frightening creek Row row row your boat as it sinks into the deep Row row row your boat onward up a frightening creek We are going home The motor has died we rely on the mercy of the wind One day we will realize the end is where we begin We crash into the rocky shore we knock upon the lighthouse door And there was no one home So we are going home