My daddy was an astronaut   That's what I was often taught   My daddy went away too soon   Now he's living on the moon      Hang on to me people, we're going down   Down among the fishes in an absence of sound   It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time   It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind      Send it scratching in this rented room   Scratching and a tapping to the man in the moon   'Bout all the things that I've been taught   My daddy was an astronaut