"it is the 20th century. i am a little boy peacefully asleep. my father comes to wake me
so that i can witness an historic event in the finite story of mankind."
[edward reekers, lana lane]
On an early summer morning, july '69
as i dream of the planets
i hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time
it's happening soon'
It's a quarter to four now and he carries me down
to our place by the telly
i see lights on in houses all over town
for the man on the moon
One small step for man
but a giant leap for mankind
the mighty apollo prevailed
the eagle has landed
I go back to my warm bed, back to my dreams
but not the one of the planets
i decided this morning i don't want to be
the man on the moon
As i lie here in this cold tank, living a dream
i'm the last on the planets
i decided this morning i don't want to be
the man on mars