(John Stewart) Black boy in Chicago Playing in the street Not near enough to wear Not near enough to eat Don't you know he saw it He saw a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon Young girl in Calcutta Barely eight years old The flies that swarm the market place Will see she don't get old Don't you know she heard it On that July afternoon She heard a man named Armstrong Had walked upon the moon He heard a man named Armstrong Had walked upon the moon The rivers are getting dirty The wind is getting bad Wars and hate are k**ing off The only earth we have But the world all stopped to watch it On that July afternoon To watch a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon To watch a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon To watch a man named Armstrong Walk upon the moon And I wonder if a long time ago Somewhere in the universe They watched a man named Adam Walk upon the earth