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Standing on the moon |
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I got no cobweb on my shoe |
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Standing on the moon |
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I'm feeling so alone and blue |
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I see the Gulf of Mexico |
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As tiny as a tear |
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The coast of California |
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Must be somewhere over here, over here |
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Standing on the moon |
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I see the battle rage below |
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Standing on the moon |
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I see the soldiers come and go |
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There's a metal flag beside me |
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Someone planted long ago |
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Old Glory standing stiffly |
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Crimson, white and indigo |
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Old Glory standing stiffly |
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Crimson, white and indigo, indigo |
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I see all of Southeast Asia |
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I can see El Salvador |
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I hear the cries of children |
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And the other songs of war |
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It's like a mighty melody |
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That rings down from the sky |
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Standing here upon the moon |
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I watch it all roll by, all roll by |
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All roll by, all roll by |
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Standing on the moon |
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I see a shadow on the sun |
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Standing on the moon |
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The stars go fading one by one |
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I hear a cry of victory |
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Another of defeat |
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A scrap of age old lullaby |
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Down some forgotten street |
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Standing on the moon |
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Where talk is cheap and vision true |
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Standing on the moon |
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But I would rather be with you |
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Somewhere in San Francisco |
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On a back porch in July |
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Just looking up to Heaven |
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At this crescent in the sky, in the sky |
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Standing on the moon |
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With nothing left to do |
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A lovely view of Heaven |
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But I'd rather be with you |
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A lovely view of Heaven |
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But I'd rather be with you, be with you |
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Be with you |
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I'd rather be with you, be with you |
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I'd rather be with you |
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I'd rather be with you, be with you |
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Be with you |
