歌词
作词 : Isaac Brock
作曲 : Isaac Brock
Won herself a pass to some far off moon
It was second class but what's to lose
And looking out her window
She could more than assume
That you cant see air or time
She's the only rocketeer
In the whole damn place
They gave her a mirror so
She could talk to a face
She still got plenty lonely
But thats just the case
With time, time, time
Started hearing voices sometime in june
She knew she could go crazy
But didn't think that soon
Now she doesnt feel lonely
But shed just as soon
Try, try, try
Man shot to the moon
I read a paperback
And want to come home soon
I'm shot to the moon
Been there a half an hour
I want to come home soon