Guy Fletcher - After the Mission Lyrics

In the early days of cold war
In the air around the clock
Without the fuel to make it home
They always had to dock
Softly she fell from heaven
And vanished without trace
Another broken arrow
Another disgrace

In January of '66
A fireball in the sky
Men in white read their measurements
As the ground began to cry
The fields became off limits
And the scene belied the crime
A whole year of harvest
Lay rotted on the vine

But what do we do, where do we go
They didn't say when we left
But what do we do, where do we go
After the mission has been and gone

Now the sunshine is here to stay
And the fields are green once again
But somewhere lies a mystery
From a time of the craziest men
And after the mission
And the payload is true
You get the eerie feeling
That nobody thought it through