Re learning

The red light was glowing in the studio hall
We were searching for magic in the midsummer fall
I was hitting the bass, trying to find the right groove
When the iPhone screens made a sudden style move
A message from NASA, a gold-plated seal
You're invited to Mars and the offer is real
We dropped all the pics and we dropped all the soul
To trade in the stage for a celestial-style roll
Pack it up, leave the speakers behind
Launch it now, with a new style mind
The countdown is on, we're trading the dusk
For a Martian-style dawn