WALK ON THE MOON

Ambition plays the cadence
Antiquity invades a swaurey
Belief is out the door
Goodness is a voyeur who pays to watch them screw
The cork of the merlot that says he really, really loves you
A shame they pour the fool

Remember numbers only build the rocket ship
You need the theatrics to place
The man on the moon

The poet only writes the poem
The artist paints just a picture of the moon
A song can only be sung
And the moon stays a romantic notion

I want to walk on the moon
I want to walk on the moon
I want to walk on the moon

I have the numbers to build the rocket ship
But I forgot the theatrics
I forgot the theatrics
I forgot
I forgot how to
Dream

You are the moon
I am in orbit
In Orbit
Please remind me how to land

-- words and music by Ian Colvert