Shooting the moon

All of the astronauts
Champagne and craftacups
Waiting for the big hero to show
Outside the door he’s dead
His head in his hands
And his heart is broke
What can he tell them now
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn’t quite true
But don’t get hung up on it
Just solider 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, admirals
And the podium lit with the spotlight
The crowd buzzes quietly
Waiting expectantly
Like it’s opening night
What can he tell them now
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn’t quite true
But don’t get hung up on it
Just solider on with it
And good luck with shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
The moon
Shooting the moon