Standing On The Moon             Rukind
(Garcia/Hunter)                                    Deadstein


Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe.
Standing on the moon, I'm feeling 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 Southeast 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 a 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 to 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.
A lovely view of Heaven, but I'd rather be with you,
Be with you,
Be with you,
I'd rather be with you,