I blame you for the moonlit sky
                              AM
and the dream that died, with the Eagle's flight
                         I blame you for the moonlit nights
                        AM
when I wonder why, are the seas still dry
                   Don't blame this sleeping satellite

Verse 1: 

                                      Did we fly to the moon too soon, did we spoil another chance
                             
In [bad word] of the race, the reason we chase
              is a lost in romance
                   And still we try
    To justify the waste for a taste
             Some man's greatest adventure, oh
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Verse 2:

                                              Have we lost what it takes to advance, have we been too soon
                    If the world is a dream, then why does it scream
          under a blue moon
                  We wonder why
         if the earth is sacrificed for a price
           of it's greatest treasure, oh
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Verse 3:
                                       And when we shoot for the stars, what a giant step
                      Have we got what it takes, to carry the weight
           of it's consense
                   Or pass it Amy
                       
Like a shot in the dark, with some mark
         with a sense of adventure, oh