Molly Tuttle - Standing on the Moon

Standing on the moon, I got no cobwebs on my shoe

Standing on the moon, I feel 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 see all of South East 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 the shadow on the sun

Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one

I hear a cry of victory, 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 at 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

Be with you

I'd rather be with you

I'd rather be with you

Be with you

I'd rather be with you