"It is the 20th century. I am a little boy peacefully asleep. My father comes to
wake me
so that I can witness an historic event in the finite story of mankind."


[Edward Reekers, Lana Lane]


On an early summer morning, July '69
As I dream of the planets
I hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time

It's happening soon'

It's a quarter to four now and he carries me down

To our place by the telly
I see lights on in houses all over town
For the man on the Moon


One small step for man
But a giant leap for mankind

The mighty Apollo prevailed
The Eagle has landed


I go back to my warm bed, back to my dreams
But not the one of the planets
I decided this morning I don't want to be

The man on the Moon

As I lie here in this cold tank, living a dream

I'm the last on the planets
I decided this morning I don't want to be
The man on Mars