Imagine a rocket, on the pad on a bright, warm, sunny afternoon in the height of Summer. The sky is blue and there's maybe a suggestion of a fluffy white cloud or two. The rocket is serene as it stands on the pad, it's tanks showing wispy clouds of super-cooled water vapour. Suddenly, huge clouds of steam and flame are exhausted from the base of the pad and the day is lit up by a star tamed by the ingenuity of Human kind.
The lyrics are meant to be the rocket talking to it's crew. Or something...
