It was too warm for winter in the Nacogdoches skies.
I saw it blaze across the blue and disappear before my eyes.
I turned and headed toward the house when I heard a mighty sound
and I knew the ship that they'd sent up would not be coming down.

We put on the news and I heard what they said
about the ship and the seven souls that they presumed were dead.
But if you want to know what really happened, people gather round.
I know why that ship and crew will never touch the ground.

Columbia's still flying
above a land that's trying to be free.
It shines a little light in the darkness.
Whosoever has eyes let them see.

The world is complicated and everybody talks too loud.
You'll have to be real still awhile if you want to pick it out.
Now they might find some traces lying here or lying there.
But that was just a shell that got sheared off when she found a better air.

Columbia's still flying
above a land that's trying to be free.
It shines a little light in the darkness.
Whosoever has eyes let them see.