“This is where it stops, this is where it begins
Every moment, every day
This is where it stops, this is where it begins...”

It began with a glance at my scope
There blossomed a tinge of hope
That maybe the moon would find a companion
In an astronomer like me

So I tried to get closer ‘til I got weary…
For some nights, it showed its warmth
But most nights were just a blur...

Maybe the moon is destined to be admired from a distance
Or maybe the moon wanted another ‘heavenly' body
Who knows? Who knows?

Here I am troubled by uncertainty
and constantly baffled by the moon’s inconsistency
and I do not want this anymore
Not today, not tonight
So maybe it’s time to pack up my scope
For tonight, I will not be looking up
For tonight, this is where it will all stop.