People think I'm a loon when I say I want to move to the moon.
I'm just so sick of the political tricks people play to get their own way.
Ashamed of the selfish attitude
that grows and grows
in a place, in the  space
I once wanted to stay
til i am grey.
Now I can't  wait to get away.
The more global we become the less and less we seem to work as we are one.
I feel less troubled in my Cornish bubble
But just because I can't see it doesn't mean there's no trouble.
People think I'm a loon when I say I want to move to the moon.
But that's just how this world makes me feel today, like I want to run away.