One Small Step

On an early summer morning, July '69

As I dream of the planets

I hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time

It's happening soon'

It's a quarter to four now and he carries me down

To our place by the telly

I see lights on in houses all over town

For the man on the Moon

One small step for man

But a giant leap for mankind

The mighty Apollo prevailed

The Eagle has landed

I go back to my warm bed, back to my dreams

But not the one of the planets

I decided this morning I don't want to be

The man on the Moon

As I lie here in this cold tank, living a dream

I'm the last on the planets

I decided this morning I don't want to be

The man on Mars

"It is the 17th century. I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for

the Dutch master painter, Rembrandt van Rijn, in Amsterdam."