White sands
Craters deforming
Your sight and sounds
Great minds exploring
Stand atop this highland
This lunar pedestal
Where we are
No way of knowing
Flames lit up the night sky
Launching the last of its kind
Lunar dreams end
Never to be seen again
The four day voyage
Through the stars
White dust surface looming
As you look back and wave
These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all
The module roaming skyward
As they look up and down this scene all wide eyed, back home on their TVs
The world is watching, hoping, dreaming
This rocky void, the blackness, this peaceful feeling
Blue marble in the abyss, shining through the bright tides in the darkness
Call out, dead afterburner
Finally, they crashed down into the sea
Scream out, spinning collision
Oh we're never coming home
These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all
These satellites in motion
We're dreaming
For a friend or foe
These satellites in motion
We're watching
We'll have it all