Standing On the Moon (Live at Folsom Field, Boulder, CO, 7/3/23)

Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe

Standing on the moon, and I'm feeling so alone and blue

See the Gulf of Mexico, 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, 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

Indigo

I see all of Southeast Asia, I can see El Salvador

Hear the cries of children, and the other songs of war

Like a mighty melody rings down from the sky

Standing here upon the moon, well, 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 stars go fading one by one

Hear a cry of victory, another of defeat

A scrap of age-old lullaby down some forgotten street

Forgotten street

Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap, vision true

Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you

Somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July

Oh, just looking up to Heaven, this crescent in the sky, in the sky

Standing on the moon, nothing left to do

A lovely view of Heaven, but I'd rather be with you

A lovely view of Heaven, I'd rather be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you

Be with you, be with you

Be with you