"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