Surface of the Moon

Surface of the Moon

"Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road 
As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose 
Like a part-time Elvis imitator these streets I knew so well 
Have been pasted beyond recognition with a temporary smell 


Now the midnight train eases out leaving everyone marooned 
And without her it might as well be the surface of the moon 


From the well-swept streets of Jackson Heights to the dockside drudgery 
Everything's now a replica of what it used to be 
And since they tarted up the trenches and painted the bridges blue 
It seems less like a home to me than just a place they bury you 


Now we're lit up like a cathedral in our frozen concrete ruin 
And without her it might as well be the surface of the moon 


So I need her and I love her that is true 
But I'm stuck here like some shipwreck still holding on to you 
So when they beat out the tramps and patch up the slums 
Everything will be fine
There'll be a new facade for us to hide behind 


So on the ancient trails of our coupling in the places we used to meet 
I am amazed by the lack of memories that I thought would flood through me 
And the riverside where we first kissed has now been reduced 
To a phoney old world market where only shoppers get seduced 


Now your arms embrace me strangely in your unfamiliar room 
And for all I care it might as well be the surface of the moon 
Yeah for all I care it might as well be the surface of the moon"

Del Amitri ~ Surface of the Moon

T minus 15 days and counting until the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 landing 50 years ago.  Can it really be that long ago?