Ray St. Ray

Here is my ticket. Where is the rocket to take me to the Moon?
Mom and Dad put it in my pajama pocket in 1962.
Every night as kid they would tuck me in bed, sing me a little tune:
Baby, someday soon you will go to the Moon.

In ‘61 the president announced to the world
by the end of the decade we would win the lunar race.
All over America boys and girls were told
that when we grew up we could visit outer space.
Nazi rocketeers pounded swords into plowshares.
Mercury, Gemini, Apollo they planned.
Astronauts trained and eight years later,
in 1969 the Eagle would land!
We bought our tickets. Where are the rockets to take us to the Moon?
We should be living on Mars instead of pushing our cars if the oil runs out too soon.
Just a dream, just a childhood dream. Promise made on a TV screen.
Baby, someday soon you will go to the Moon.
’76 there would be permanent structures,
1984, a Lunar population.
Media told us Space was our future,
airlines geared up to sell outer space vacations.
Everyone knew it’s just matter of vision:
Moon, then Mars, then to the stars we would trek.
’72 the final Apollo mission,
twelve men on the Moon and we never went back!
We bought our tickets. Where are the rockets to take us to the Moon?
We should be living on Mars instead of sleeping in cars if the money runs out too soon.
Just a dream, just a childhood dream. Promise made on a TV screen.
Baby, someday soon you will go to the Moon.
Temperature’s risin’, is anyone wise enough to plan
for the eventuality of the destiny of man?
It’s a big universe, it’s probable Earth is not alone.
It’s not subversive, read chapter and verse of where all your gods came from.
How far have we gotten in over fifty years?
Space station that’s only a trailer park in orbit,
shuttles that barely went above the atmosphere
and robots on Mars are like poking a stick at it.
NASA and businessmen assure the nation
back to the Moon by Twenty-Thirty.
If it’s the truth and not political distraction,
we’re still behind by half a century!
We bought our tickets. Where are the rockets to take us to the Moon?
We should be living on Mars instead of burning in cars if the missiles are launched too soon.
We bought our tickets. Where are the rockets to take us to the Moon?
Will we go back again or are they jerking our chain, just singing the same old tune?
Just a dream, just a childhood dream. Promise made on a TV screen.
Baby, someday soon you will go to the Moon.

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