Britta Phillips & Dean Wareham - Moonshot lyrics

Off into outer space you go my friends We wish you bon voyage And when you get there we will welcome you again And still you'll wonder at it all See all the wonders that you leave behind The wonders humble people own I know a boy from a tribe so primitive He can call me up without no telephone See all the wonders that you leave behind Enshrined in some great hourgla** The noble tongues, the noble languages Entombed in some great english cla** Off into outer space you go my friends We wish you bon voyage And when you get there we will welcome you again And still you'll wonder at it all An anthropologist he wrote a book He called it "myths of heaven" He's disappeared, his wife is all distraught An angel came and got him His hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true His eys were lapis lazuli He spoke in a language oh so primitive That he made sense to me Off into outer space you go my friends We wish you bon voyage And when you get there we will welcome you again And still you'll wonder at it all