Standing on the moon   I got no cobweb on my shoe   Standing on the moon   I'm feeling so alone and blue      I see the Gulf of Mexico   As tiny as a tear   The coast of California   Must be somewhere over here, over here      Standing on the moon   I see the battle rage below   Standing on the moon   I see the soldiers come and go      There's a metal flag beside me   Someone planted long ago   Old Glory standing stiffly   Crimson, white and indigo   Old Glory standing stiffly   Crimson, white and indigo, indigo      I see all of Southeast Asia   I can see El Salvador   I hear the cries of children   And the other songs of war      It's like a mighty melody   That rings down from the sky   Standing here upon the moon   I watch it all roll by, all roll by   All roll by, all roll by      Standing on the moon   I see a shadow on the sun   Standing on the moon   The stars go fading one by one      I hear a cry of victory   Another of defeat   A scrap of age old lullaby   Down some forgotten street      Standing on the moon   Where talk is cheap and vision true   Standing on the moon   But I would rather be with you      Somewhere in San Francisco   On a back porch in July   Just looking up to Heaven   At this crescent in the sky, in the sky      Standing on the moon   With nothing left to do   A lovely view of Heaven   But I'd rather be with you   A lovely view of Heaven   But I'd rather be with you, be with you   Be with you      I'd rather be with you, be with you   I'd rather be with you   I'd rather be with you, be with you   Be with you