D G D G
Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe.
D G C
Standing on the moon, I’m feeling so alone and blue. I see the
D G C G
Gulf of Mexico, as tiny as a tear.
C G D G C
The coast of California must be somewhere over here,
C G C
over here.
Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below.
Standing on the moon, I 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.
BRIDGE:
C D Am D Am D
I see all of Southeast Asia, I can see El Salvador.
I hear the cries
G C G/B Am D Am
of children and the other songs of war. It’s like
a mighty melody that
D Am G/B C
rings down from the sky. Standing here upon the moon, I
G D G C G/B Am
watch it all roll by, all roll by, all roll by,
G F F# G C
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. I
hear a cry of victory, another of defeat.
A scrap of age old lullaby down some forgotten street.
Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true.
Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you.
Somewhere in San Francisco, on a back porch in July,
just looking up at heaven at this crescent in the sky,
in the sky.
FINALE:
D C G C G
Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do. A lovely view of
D G C G D G
heaven, but I’d rather be with you. A lovely view of heaven,
but I’d
C G C D C G
rather be with you, be with you, be with you. I’d rather
be with you…
Standing on the moon, I got no cobweb on my shoe.
D G C
Standing on the moon, I’m feeling so alone and blue. I see the
D G C G
Gulf of Mexico, as tiny as a tear.
C G D G C
The coast of California must be somewhere over here,
C G C
over here.
Standing on the moon, I see the battle rage below.
Standing on the moon, I 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.
BRIDGE:
C D Am D Am D
I see all of Southeast Asia, I can see El Salvador.
I hear the cries
G C G/B Am D Am
of children and the other songs of war. It’s like
a mighty melody that
D Am G/B C
rings down from the sky. Standing here upon the moon, I
G D G C G/B Am
watch it all roll by, all roll by, all roll by,
G F F# G C
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. I
hear a cry of victory, another of defeat.
A scrap of age old lullaby down some forgotten street.
Standing on the moon, where talk is cheap and vision true.
Standing on the moon, but I would rather be with you.
Somewhere in San Francisco, on a back porch in July,
just looking up at heaven at this crescent in the sky,
in the sky.
FINALE:
D C G C G
Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do. A lovely view of
D G C G D G
heaven, but I’d rather be with you. A lovely view of heaven,
but I’d
C G C D C G
rather be with you, be with you, be with you. I’d rather
be with you…