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 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