(verse)
All of the astronauts
Champagne in plastic cups
Waiting for the big hero to show.
Outside the door he stands
His head in his hands
and his heart in his throat.
(chorus)
What can he tell them now?
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn't quite true.
But don't get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it.
And good luck with shooting the moon.
(repeat for other verse and chorus)
