I want to be on the moon.

Just me, on my own.

Three hundred and eighty four thousand miles

From any pair of human eyes.

I want to roam its dusty seas

With slow-mo bouncing leaps of ease

And bask in starlight — Earthlight too

Alone upon the lonely moon.

Hello? Hello? Not even an echo.

And round to the dark side I would go

To plains and mountains never seen

By any living human being.