Michael Collins (Live)

Anyway, this song's for my dad

Well, I was born on Halloween in Roma, Italy

Just another white boy staring at the stars

And when I turned thirty-nine, me and the boys, we hit the sky

And we headed where we'd never been before

Oh, one small step for man, Jesus, goddamn

Twenty-two hours hanging in the air

Sometimes you take the fame and sometimes you sit backstage

But if it weren't for me, them boys would still be there, oh

Now, when it came time to land, those two, they shook my hand

They said, "We'll call you up when we need a ride"

Then they went down to the ground and I floated around

With all them stars still twinkling in my eyes

Oh, one small step for man, Jesus, goddamn

Twenty-two hours hanging in the air

Sometimes you take the fame and sometimes you sit backstage

But if it weren't for me, them boys would still be there, oh

Now, them history books will write about that fateful night

Oh, them two fellas dancing on the moon

Yeah, but they won't say nothing 'bout me waiting patiently

Oh, to bring them boys safely back home to you

Oh, one small step for man, Jesus, goddamn

Twenty-two hours hanging in the air

Sometimes you take the fame and sometimes you sit backstage

But if it weren't for me, them boys would still be there

Sometimes you take the fame and sometimes you sit backstage

But if it weren't for me, them boys would still be there