Won herself a pass to some far off moon

It was second class but what's to lose

And looking out her window she could more than assume

That you can't see air or time

She's the only rocketeer in the whole damn place

They gave her a mirror so she could talk to a face

She still got plenty lonely but that's just the case

With time, time, time

Started hearing voices sometime in June

She knew she could go crazy but didn't think that soon

Now she doesn't feel lonely but she'd just as soon

Try, try, try try

Man shot to the moon

I read a paperback and want to come home soon

I'm shot to the moon

Been there a half an hour, I want to come home soon