Strance of galactic matter strew through unimaginable emptinessnLike teardrops on the spider's webnI call this part space flightnlikes because of the situation, its silence, tranquilnweightless situationnThere really is no up and downnEverybody's weightless, they can just... loosennWhen Neil Amstrong landed on the moonnSaid the world's not bigger than a spoonnStuck his thumb up to all of mankindnAnd the world that he left behindnnTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onnA shooting star and a glimpse of the SunnThe belt of Orion that come undonenThough the food from the tube was a dragnAs he planted down the flagnnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnnAmazing fantasticnHow far are the moon and starsnAmazing fantasticnI can't still see where you arennWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnnWhen Gagarin was way up in spacenMust've known the world's a little placenThere's picture of you in my mindnAnd the world that I left behindnnTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onnFrom the moon we will not seem so badnExcept for the weather and the lost 'n sadnFor we'll blot it all out with a smilenCause it that's more from six thousand milesnnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnWatchin' you from the moonnSix thousand miles gonna be home soonnnTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-onTue-o tue-o