Moonshot Manchild

You can never say how much you’re hurting
You can never say how much you feel
The days are long when you’re not working
You feel you’ve lost your sense of wonder
You feel you’ve lost your golden touch
The sonic flights
The blood and thunder
Those sweet, sweet songs…
The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old
Moonshot manchild
You’re running out of road
The boy with strange obsessions
Became the man who wanted more
Whose dreams were used as weapons
For evening the score
The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old
Moonshot manchild
You face the night alone
You’re wearing the styles of your age
A slave to the whims of a phase
You dreamt of eternity’s gaze
Now you’re running out of time
There’s no point in contemplation
There’s no use for too much thought —
Your legacy’s been bought
The temperature is rising
But you’re still feeling cold
The flashing lights are blinding
You’ve never felt so old
You face the night alone