Grateful Dead. The Arista Years. Standing on The Moon. Zeneszám

Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue

I see the Gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here, over here

Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go

There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo, indigo

I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war

It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by, all roll by
All roll by, all roll by

Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one

I hear a cry of victory
Another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street

Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you

Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to Heaven
At this crescent in the sky, in the sky

Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of Heaven
But I'd rather be with you
A lovely view of Heaven
But I'd rather be with you, be with you
Be with you

I'd rather be with you, be with you
I'd rather be with you
I'd rather be with you, be with you
Be with you