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