Gonna fly up to the moon,
  raising all of my money.
  Can't make it too soon,
  I am sick of it down here.
  Gonna rise up to the moon.
  So this is how the world ends-
  Not with a bang but with a wimpy.
  Don't laugh too soon-
  I am sick of it down here.
  Gonna rise up to the moon.
  Who needs all the troubles of today?
  What's the difference anyway?
  I feel out of focus, what can I do?
  There's only you.
  Gonna fly up to the moon,
  raising all of my money.
  Can't make it too soon,
  I am sick of it down here.
  Gonna rise up to the moon.
  When they open the borders where will you be?
  I'll climb the highest tree
  to avoid the stampede-
  And if I should fly
  only you, you,
  there's only you,
  that would say goodbye.