(John Stewart)
Black boy in Chicago
Playin' in the street

Not enough to wear
Not near enough to eat
But don't you know he saw it

On that July afternoon
Saw a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon


Young girl in Calcutta
Barely eight years old

The fly's that swarm the market place
Will see she don't grow old
But don't you know she heard it

On a July afternoon
Heard a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon


River's getting dirty
The wind in getting bad

War and hate are killing off
The only earth we have
But the whole world stopped to watch it

On that July afternoon
Watched a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon


And I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe

They watched a man named Adam
Walk upon the earth