Shooting the Moon

All of the astronauts
Champagne in plastic cups
Waiting for the big hero to show
Outside the door, he stands
His head in his hands
And his heart in his throat
What can he tell 'em now?
Sorry, I let you down
Sorry, it wasn’t quite true
But don’t get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
And good luck with shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon, the moon
Shooting the moon
All of the principals
Generals, admirals
And the podium lit with the spotlight
The crowd buzzes quietly
Waiting expectantly
Like it’s opening night
What can he tell 'em now?
Sorry, I let you down
Sorry, it wasn’t quite true
But don’t get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
And good luck with shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon, the moon
Shooting the moon