l remember falling asleep in my granpas old easy chair
why did he have to leave, sometimes life can be so unfair
the smell of the pipe he smoked
sweet apple tart smell in the air
I still wish grandpa was there
I miss and love him so
the stories that he used to tell
got me feeling like 
Walking on the moon

About age 16 I first laid eyes on you
Love was so truly innocent
I didn't know what to do
Now I know how Neil must have felt
when he took his first steps
he was walking on the moon

Can you imagine what it must be like flying through
the heavens, through the night, must be beautiful
Walking on the Moon