Everytime I look up, I can’t help but wonder

If he’s also looking up, thoughts gathering in ponder

Everytime I hear the rumbling thunder

I can hear his singing so gentle and tender

He sits there and I can’t help but think

Does he ever get lonely as the sun sinks?

When he looks at the stars, does he bat his eyes slowly and blink?

Making them shy and turn a bright-colored pink?


When will you come back? It’s been a while

You’ve put yourself in a prison, in exile

Even when you’re far away, so many miles

You still continue to charm me and beguile

Won’t you come home soon?

I’ll dance while you croon

Let the light reflect from the lagoon

Come back home to Earth, man on the moon