Lyrics:

'It is the 20th century. I am a little boy peacefully asleep. My father comes to wake me so that I can witness an historic event in the finite story of mankind.' [Edward Reekers, Lana Lane] On an early summer morning, July '69 As I dream of the planets I hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time It's happening soon' It's a quarter to four now and he carries me down To our place by the telly I see lights on in houses all over town For the man on the Moon One small step for man But a giant leap for mankind The mighty Apollo prevailed The Eagle has landed I go back to my warm bed, back to my dreams But not the one of the planets I decided this morning I don't want to be The man on the Moon As I lie here in this cold tank, living a dream I'm the last on the planets I decided this morning I don't want to be The man on Mars