Standing on the moon, I got no cobwebs on my shoes
Standing on the moon, I 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 Southeast 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 out 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 the 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 visions 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 at 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
Be with you
I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you
Be with you
I'd rather be with you