Standing on the Moon

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 can 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 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 And 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 Be with you But I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you I'd rather be with you, be with you