Letra de Shooting The Moon

All of the astronauts Champagne in plastic cups Waiting for the big hero to show Outside the door he stands His head in his hands and his heart in his throat What can he tell 'em now? Sorry I let you down, sorry it wasn't quite true But don't get hung up on it Just soldier on with it Good luck with shooting the moon Shooting the moon Shooting the moon, the moon Shooting the moon All of the principals, generals admirals And the podium lit with the spotlight Crowd buzzes quietly, waiting expectantly like it's opening night What can he tell 'em now? Sorry I let you down, sorry it wasn't quite true But don't get hung up on it Just soldier on with it Good luck with shooting the moon Shooting the moon Shooting the moon, the moon Shooting the moon