[Verse 1]
Yeah, I guess I am the type
To make a big deal about the moon
I'm not about the giant-step
Minutes from blastoff
Ball of wonder joint
Minutes from blastoff
Ball of wonder joint

[Verse 2]
Bite me and I'll bite your graveyard light
In the far corner of the flat screen
The passionate kiss-in-the-fog
Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view
Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view

[Verse 3]
I'm not even the type to swoon
It's the metaphor with the biggest bat
So what if, once a month, the moon gets folks
To throw away their pens or cash in their chips
Big deal!
To throw away their pens or cash in their chips
Big deal!

[Bridge]
Nah, I just like to look up and see
How after all that's been said, done
Our guy's still up there (Yeah I'm up here)
[Outro]
Hangin'
Hangin'
Hangin'