GUMBY ON THE MOON

 


There’s something in the sky that whispers to you 
It’s ringing like a phone inside your green head 
You feel it like the tide, a sense of longing 
By rocket Icarus your way to the moon 
I saw the maker’s hand appear to help you 
Lift you up and get you on your way 
I mean, I’m not, it’s fine, it gives me some pleasure 
We all need some help taking that first step 
The moon’s made of the same substance that you are 
A comforting sense of familiarity 
The atmosphere’s full of a sense of foreboding 
The landscape breathes the same air that you do
The moon, the moon, the moon does not want you 
The moon, the moon, the moon is not safe 
The moon, the moon, the moon will just trap you 
And freeze your little body of clay 
There’s something in your heart that’s calling to you 
He’s not light years but only a ladder away 
The moon puts up her fists but you will not be deterred 
You take him back to the open arms of the earth 
Into the machine’s heart, into the chest 
Fill up your lungs with healthy breaths 
You feel as if you’ve dreamt your grand adventure 
But mother knows it’s good to be home 





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