Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue I see the Gulf of Mexico as tiny as a tear The coast of California must be somewhere over here Over here Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go There's a metal flag beside me someone planted long ago Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo Indigo I see all of South East Asia; I can see El Salvador I hear the cries of children and the other songs of war It's like a mighty melody that rings down from the sky Standing here upon the moon I watch it all roll by All roll by All roll by All roll by Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you Somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July Just looking up to heaven at this crescent in the sky In the sky Standing on the moon with nothing left to do A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you Be with you I'd rather be with you
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