What is a summer really
But a tepid month or three?
If you agree with Buford
That's all it will ever be
And we don't need to break the laws of physics
To make a day that's longer than a day
We can follow that old sun 'round the circumference of the globe
And stop all the naysayers from naysay-ing
'Cause I believe we can
And that's the measure, the measure of a man
It may sound far-fetched, this thing we've got planned
But I believe we can
I believe we can (ooh, I believe, I believe we can)
And that's the measure, the measure of a man
(Oh, that's the measure of a man)
We'll make it back here (we'll make it back here)
To where we began (oh)
Or at least that's the plan
Of course, first you're gonna have to fix this wing, yeah
