Standing on the Moon (Live at Pine Knob Music Theater, Clarkston, MI, June 20, 1991)

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 clouds go fading one by one

I hear a cry of victory

And 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 at 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, rather be with you

Be with you, rather be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be, be with you

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

Be with you, be with you