Man In the Moon

My daddy was an astronaut

That's what I was often taught

My daddy went away too soon

Now he's living on the moonHang on to me people, we're going down

Down among the fishes in an absence of sound

It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time

It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kindSend it scratching in this rented room

Scratching and a tapping to the man in the moon

'Bout all the things that I've been taught

My daddy was an astronaut