We mine on the surface and live underneath itIn cabins 
that are pressurized and well heated
The ceilings are ellipses and most of them sky blue
To remind us of earth-side sometimes we pump rain in
Our casinos and diners are loved by old-timers
Who make the long trek up to Luna to retire
The coldness will burn you a space suit will save you
The earth-light will guide you to a sea that is tranquil
It wanes and it waxes while we work on the drop tubes
Full-earth provides the best light for our axes
Why couldn't I
Have lived 500 years from now?
When we're all lunatics
I'd like to be
In that pebble in the sky
Where it's one-sixth gravity