Anything Changes - The Cowsills

Poor old moon lost its lease

Now it’s just another piece of real estate

Plane jumpers claimed their stake

No longer history, end of a mystery

It’s made of rock and dust like you and me

Landed in peace.

For mankind, ease your mind

Sorry indeed, so roll the tides, keep your pride

Shine on me

Man in the moon resigned

Packed and left to work full time

As Jupiter’s lunar caretaker

Leading a pleasant life

Twelve moons and no moonlight, from Jupiter

Landed in peace.

For mankind, ease your mind

Sorry indeed, so roll the tides, keep your pride

Shine on me

End of a fantasy.

Lover’s lie helplessly hoping for

Another moonlit shore

Moon walker what’s your game?

Ride the heaven print your name on every star

Don’t go too far.

For you may find

A hostile outer space, if you try to spread the human race