Lyrics

Mr Armstrong please don't take another step,
you'll be quaking in your boots if you ever dare neglect,
A giant step for man but I feel so left behind,
In this stellar paradox you seem to be so blind,
It's not my reputation, needs investigation
It ain't me babe shooting rockets at the moon.
In this race for space you're guaranteed a love without constrain,
but in the shadows lurking I see plenty to lament
The stars were striped with blood but out kisses comprehend
That this lunar odyssey don't pay my dividends.
It's not my reputation, needs investigation
It ain't me babe shooting rockets at the moon.
it's no mystery why I feel so uncontent,
babe you're standing on the moon while I'm turning in my bed,
The dominoes were falling as Apollo tumbled down,
But the problems that will bring you down are much more close to home.
It's not my reputation, needs investigation...