The story goes they lived above the air,
Up over the sun, they could not get there.
This small group of humans - they lived on the moon.
Their babies cried, for wandering, they said, "we'll be there soon!"

"Goodnight, our little ones.
We can't describe the things we know to you at all.
You'll have to forge ahead,
Find your own understanding, if you can, at all...
Good luck!  O, how we love you!"

The children hoped that they would make it there.
They knew the path was fraught with ruin.

They only lived a certain time,
We know they couldn't make the leap.
They catapulted round the sun,
Past all the planets, to the darkness where they sleep.
O how they sleep, they sleep!