2 minutes past midnight,

a shooting star falls,

Piercing the star spangled heaven,

Or you'd like to think it was.

And now your monarch spread eagle,

Is it for peace and mankind in its cost,

That it took to get it up there on that silver dusty surface?

Or did you really go?

And if not -

Then where did all that money go?

 

It's just gone 3 minutes past midnight,

Another meteor has just penetrated,

Your radar and control.

Well that's what you tell us anyway,

But you've known all along.

You know all the lights in the sky.

You can almost set your watches by THEM

 

©David Addington 1997