When I was young all I wanted was the moon
Hung that National Geographic map in my room
In seventh grade, Mythology 101
They called me Little Endymion
You remember me now
Space was the object of all my country's desire
And the skies of my childhood were laced with launching pad fire
And I was the boy who stood under a streetlamp at night
Waiting for those strange blue lights
To come take me away
Shoot the moon
Set me down in the Sea of Tranquillity
Just the stars and me
Shoot the moon
Give me a home in the 21st century
A little less gravity
I could fall free
Shoot the moon
If I'd been ten years older, I might have been tripping on Yasgur's
farm
But I probably would have been a Phantom flying over Viet Nam
In a dream of altitudes where blue turns black
And never looking back
At the pieces on the ground
But I saw the choppers rise out of Saigon's fall
And my fingers traced the writing on the long black wall
And I knew there'd be no spaceships in my future
I guess I was born a little late, or way too soon.
Shoot the moon
Set me down in the Sea of Tranquillity
Just the stars and me
Shoot the moon
Give me a home in the 21st century
A little less gravity
We could fall free
Shoot the moon
Well, a quarter of a million miles isn't really that far
It took me two Chevys, but I've done it in a car
Driving from town to town with this old guitar
Built in 1969
One small step for mankind
Shoot the moon
Set me down in the Sea of Tranquillity
Just the stars and me
Shoot the moon
Give me a home in the 21st century
A little less gravity
It is my destiny
From Hygh Blumenfeld "Rocket Science"