Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up
Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust
Floating like magic alive in the air, his body a weightless machine
Farther away than a plane or a bird or a dreamer had ever been

Outsiders, look up
It turns out we are not so different

Gray and deserted, the landscape is strange, holes on a desolate road
Holding the camera, he pauses to say, “Would you look at our beautiful home”
All of the angry and all of the lost, painting a circle of blue
Only a moment to lean back and watch the silvery rise of the moon

Outsiders, look up
The night is dark but brilliant and it turns out we are not so different

Imagine the very first man on the moon, watching the earth rising up
Out of the darkness cerulean blue, water and thunder and dust
Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the endless expanse of a dream
Pausing the burning of cities to say we are beautiful when we believe