Standing on the Moon
Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon, I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the Gulf of Mexico as tiny as a tear
The coast of California must be somewhere over here
Over hereStanding on the moon, I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon, I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me someone planted long ago
Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo
Old glory standing stiffly, crimson, white and indigo
Indigo
I see all of South East Asia; I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children and the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody that rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon I watch it all roll by
All roll by
All roll by
All roll by
Standing on the moon, I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon, the stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat
A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street
Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven at this crescent in the sky
In the sky
Standing on the moon with nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you
A lovely view of heaven but I'd rather be with you
Be with youI'd rather be with you[etc]
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Standing On The Moon lyrics
Posted by Emily D. at 11:06 AM
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1 comments:
I really loved working with you on this project. Standing on the Moon is a complicated song and it takes a lot of thought and effort to find meaning. Your interpretations are right on target as it shows me the depth of your own character and your own compassion.
The Grateful Dead inspired alot of people through their music and their lyrics. I hope that you learned just a little bit about why I love this band so much.
Keep your inquisitive mind always moving just a little bit further just a little bit more, just a little bit further than you have gone before.
Love,
Dad
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