Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money
Can't make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here
Gonna rise up to the moon
So this is how the world ends-
Not with a bang but with a wimpy
Don't laugh too soon-
I am sick of it down here
Gonna rise up to the moon
Who needs all the troubles of today?
What's the difference anyway?
I feel out of focus, what can I do?
There's only you
Gonna fly up to the moon,
raising all of my money
Can't make it too soon,
I am sick of it down here
Gonna rise up to the moon
When they open the borders where will you be?
I'll climb the highest tree
to avoid the stampede-
And if I should fly
only you, you,
there's only you,
that would say goodbye