Man on the moon





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 tapping to  the men on the moon

Down all the things that I’ve been told

My daddy was an astronaut 

Thanks to ithia2003@yahoo.com