I miss the red moons of Hondo
And phosphorescent trees
I miss the silver rivers flow
To seas of gasoline
But what I really miss the most
Much to my surprise
Was red moonlight
Reflecting in your eyes
I miss the pointed prickle beasts
That scurry in the night
I miss the swooping laser hawks
And furry trilobites
But what I really miss the most
Much to my surprise
Was red moonlight
Reflecting in your eyes
Reflecting in your eyes
Our planet made of clay
And moons that would soon burn away
Reflecting in your eyes
Our home world's sad demise
Reflecting in your eyes
(Ooh)
I miss the good food of Hondo
Like pickled pepper snaps
I miss the taste of fresh base paste
And blue moon berry frappes
But what I really miss the most
Much to my surprise
was red moonlight
Reflecting in your eyes
I miss the floating emerald towers
That line the city skies
I miss the rocket buses
And taxi cabs that fly
But what I really miss the most
Much to my surprise
Was red moonlight
Reflecting in your eyes
Reflecting in your eyes
Our planet made of clay
And moons that would soon burn away
Reflecting in your eyes
Our home world's sad demise
Reflecting in your eyes
Your many many eyes
Your many many eyes