Run 3

I can... I died.. I can...

Shooting The Moon

I love this song. I hear again and again.

All of the astronauts
Champagne in plastic cups
Waiting for the big hero to show

Outside the door he stands
His head in his hands
and his heart in his throat

What can he tell 'em now
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn't quite true
Don't get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
and good luck with shooting the moon

Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
The moon
Shooting the moon

All of the principals,
Generals and admirals
and the podium lit with the spotlight

The crowd buzzing quietly
Waiting expectantly
like its opening night

What can he tell 'em now
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn't quite true

Don't get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
and good luck with shooting the moon

Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
The moon
Shooting the moon