I blame you for the moonlit sky
and the dream that died
with the eagles flight
I blame you for the moonlit nights
when I wonder why
are the seas still dry?
don't blame this sleeping satellite 

did we fly to the moon too soon?
did we squander the chance?
in [bad word] of the race
the reason we chase is lost in romance
and still we try
to justify the waste
for a taste of man's gratest adventure 

have we got what it takes to advance?
did we peak too soon?
if the world is so great
then why does it scream under a blue moon?
we wonder why
the earth's sacrificed
for the price of its greatest treasure 

and when we shoot for the stars
what a giant step
have we got what it takes
to carry the weight of this concept?
or pass it by
like a shot in the dark
miss the mark with a sense of adventure