Lyrics:

Gonna fly up to the moon, raising all of my money. Can't make it too soon, I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. So this is how the world ends- Not with a bang but with a wimpy. Don't laugh too soon- I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. Who needs all the troubles of today? What's the difference anyway? I feel out of focus, what can I do? There's only you. Gonna fly up to the moon, raising all of my money. Can't make it too soon, I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. When they open the borders where will you be? I'll climb the highest tree to avoid the stampede- And if I should fly only you, you, there's only you, that would say goodbye. ---