In those days when we were launching
I was only ten.
I heard the awesome call to Space.
I ache to go again!

I long to see the
Earth float blue
  Above the silver Moon!
I thirst to see the rockets soar
Pushed by their FLAMING PLUME!

My nostalgia's for the Future!
For those good new days on Mars!
I long to know of gentle Beings
Who live round other stars!

I want to know the fate of Man
And the fate of all Earth's Creatures!
I want to know if Souls and Love
Can dwell in those with Different Features!

My Nostalgia's for the Future
For those good new days Above!
I want to know if times of war
Give way to times of Love.

I want to know of where we GO
Not where we've simply been!
My nostalgia's for tomorrow
For the stars beyond the Sun.

Though we have gone ten thousand years
Our Journey's just begun!

It's the same old story,
Isn't it?
Oh mighty eagle,
Go ahead,
Tear it.

That's what they do,
Every time,
Every day,
Whenever something new appears,
They keep it at bay.

Oh mighty eagle,
As the trumpets sound high,
You people march on,
Blind,
To the agony,
The distress,
The loss,
"Who cares?
They aren't worth a lot!"

And hey,
Maybe I'm wrong,
And if I am,
I'll understand,
For, someone who has heart,
Should know that we all -
are equal,
And play a part.

So mighty eagle,
Trumpets that reels us in,
Tell me, if you are wrong,
Are you willing to listen?