I know, the man in the moon is not for real
But I'm, not so sure about you
You want to get high, take me to the moon
But I haven't seen your rocket
You want to soar the sky, taking me way up high
In the paper plane in your pocket
Why don't we visit, the man on the moon
I know, we're all on a path, in orbit
But I'm, not so sure, it's the same path as you
You want to get high, take me to the moon
But I haven't seen your rocket
You want to soar the sky, taking me way up high
In the paper plane in your pocket
Why don't we visit, the man on the moon
When all the clouds are gone
And your feet, are back planted on the ground
Can we still visit, the man on the moon
The man on the moon
The man on the moon
