We're all in the lunar module
And full of addictions:
Whit, Bill, and me

Not one of us
Knows how to land this thing
So I guess we'll see
Where this ride takes us

One small step for insanity
One giant 'this is all
Elizabeth Leone Laird's fault!'

Desire of being
Give me your name
And a photo to match so that I can see past
The flatness of this absent meaning
Give unto me
Please
Be