There's a lady who's sure all that flies is thin gold
And she's buying the stairway to Probe.
When she gets there she knows, all the hover doors a closed
With a switch she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to Probe.
There's a lever on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a launchpad by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our money is misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me hail Probe,
Ooh, it makes me hail Probe.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the north,
And my spirit is crying for liftoff.
In my thoughts I have seen coloums of exhaust through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me hail Probe,
Ooh, it really makes me hail Probe.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the Probe will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the galaxy will echo with laughter.
If there's a fuel leak in your third stage, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the launch team.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the orbit you're on.
And it makes me hail Probe.
Your engine is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The Probe is calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the fuel flow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we climb up in the sky
Our smoke plumes taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you hail him very hard
The Probe will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rocket and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to Hail Probe.