Moonshot

off into outer space you go my friends

we wish you bon voyage

and when you get there we will welcome you again

and still you'll wonder at it all

see all the wonders that you leave behind

the wonders humble people own

I know a boy from a tribe so primitive

he can call me up without no telephone

see all the wonders that you leave behind

enshrined in some great hourglass

the noble tongues, the noble languages

entombed in some great english class

off into outer space you go my friends

we wish you bon voyage

and when you get there we will welcome you again

and still you'll wonder at it all

an anthropologist he wrote a book

he called it "myths of heaven"

he's disappeared, his wife is all distraught

an angel came and got him

his hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true,

his eys were lapis lazuli

he spoke in a language oh so primitive

that he made sense to me

off into outer space you go my friends

we wish you bon voyage

and when you get there we will welcome you again

and still you'll wonder at it all