conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave? with the following description: Frank Sinatra’s time-themed Trilogy album, a physically intrusive three-record set from 1980, divided each of its discs into “Past,” “Present” and “Future.” “What Time Does the Next Miracle Leave?”, written by longtime Sinatra arranger and collaborator Gordon Jenkins, is the lead-off track for the “Future” disc. It’s not so much a song as it is a prolonged, multi-part suite, just like Rush’s “2112”! Sinatra, perhaps sensing the mundane onset of time creeping into his late-period philosophy and slowly dissolving the last dog-eared remnants of youth sweet youth, is sitting out in his backyard admiring the expanse of the cosmos, when he suddenly lapses into a dream-like trance, fantasizing that once public space travel becomes a reality he’d like to take advantage of it and visit all the other planets in the solar system, besides Earth. He thoughtfully outlines his itinerary, along with some of the imagined traits, characterizations and symbolism of the netherworlds he encounters. Eager to increase tourist revenue, the planets happily oblige. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: My name is Francis Albert
   (Francis Albert Sinatra)
  And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in saloons
  I've had some very good years
  I haven't missed a whole lot in those firecracker years
  And I don't want to miss a thing when the future appears
  I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand
  And a little moonlit music on the stereo
  And look at the stars
  Then I get an urge to travel through that fabulous sky
  If they can do it in the movies, why can't I?
  ("Seats are now available on the Satellite Special leaving for Mercury, Venus, Pluto, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune.")
  What time does the next miracle leave?
  I want to be on board
  Save me a seat by the window where I can see
  All those marvelous things to be seen out there
  (Will the trees be green out there, or bare?)
  What time does the next miracle leave?
  Let's get this show on the road
  And when the satellite tours begin
  Count me in, count me in , count me in
  Count me in, count me in , count me in ("Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.")
  When I arrive at Venus, it will surely be spring
  And the girl I have waited for, will be waiting for me
  And she'll dance with me all the afternoon
  Comfort me when the darkness falls
  And she'll still be there in the morning when I need her the most
  Maybe when I get to Venus, I will never be lonely again
  ("The Satellite Special leaving for Jupiter, Saturn")
  (Jupiter, Saturn)
  Jupiter makes with the rain, Saturn makes with the crops
  A nicer trade was never made, and hopefully never stops
  If Saturn's fields are dry, Jupiter won't stay fat
  So Jupiter leaves his faucets on and that is that
  (
  "Next stop, Pluto -- where the devil dwells, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
  )
  Pluto is a rotten place, an evil misbegotten place
  It's Hades (It's Hades)
  Filled with graduates of the pen, a sordid flock of criminal men
  And ladies (Ladies?) (Ladies, ladies, ladies)
  It's pure hell when your journey ends there
  But you can bet your ass I'll meet a lot of friends there
  (
  We did it our way
  ) ("Next stop, Mercury, Mercury, the messenger, Mercury the messenger")
  Mercury will lead us out to Neptune and his deep blue sea
  (And then) And then to Uranus (Uranus)
  Uranus is heaven
  (Heaven, heaven)
  (How will you know, Francis, if it's really heaven?)
  How will I know?
  I will know
  If they meet me at the station with a cheese and tomato pizza
  Well done (well done),
   
  and a little red wine
  ("The Satellite Special now leaving non-stop for earth, non-stop for earth")
  (We'll be on board when the next miracle leaves
  It's time we were gettin' on home)
  Please let me off at the desert, where I can see
  All those wonderful things to be seen down there
  (
  Will the trees be green down there, or bare?
  )