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