Won herself a pass to some far off moon It was second class but what´s to lose And looking out her window she could more than assume That you can´t see air or time
She´s the only rocketeer in the whole damn place They gave her a mirror so she could talk to her face She still got plenty lonely but that´s just isn´t the case With time, time, time Started hearing voices sometime in June She knew she could go crazy but didn´t think that soon Now she doesn´t feel lonely but she´d just as soon Try, try, try Man shot to the moon I bought a paperback and want to go real soon I´m shot to the moon Been there a half an hour, I want to come home soon