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Strange, to come across your name
On a dirty yellow page, I found it in my grandmother's house
You were only 22 when that page was printed new
I imagine you had a headstrong attitude
It was Mountain States telephone then
Annoyance calls page ten
Covering all of Bernalillo
County
Shoot the Moon, way up high
Shoot the Moon, some things you just gotta try
Apollo missions planned 'cuz they got to feel the sand
of the moon beneath their feet
Did you watch in black and white, that spectacle of flight?
Did you see the rocket's red heat?
That's when you were bold, mysteries to unfold, history to be told
And you were still listed
Shoot the Moon, way up high
Shoot the Moon, some things you just gotta try
Like you and I, but we fell through the sky
Strange, to be looking up your name on a dirty yellow page
In a house all filled with sand
Now, they got a Mars mission
planned
And they think they're gonna land by 2002, I hope they do it baby
If there would have been time for us to spend tell me
Would you have spent it, spent it all?
Shoot the Moon, way up high
Shoot the Moon, some things you just gotta try
©1995 Kristy Hinds