In the atmosphere, above the clouds,
A threat looms its shrouded haze,
A dreadful fear, taunting, us, so proud
And make a darkness, taunt our days,
The race, with time,
The race with space,
The war of words, the heartless men,
Encoded war, might this be the end?
From soulless, the dictatorship,
Blast, rocket-men, an empty ship,
Rocket-Man, not a long, long time,
As Levon, he counts his money,
Goodbye, Norma Jean, as Kennedy cries,
From the Rocken' Chair, not even funny,
Can words, dare play
Can war, make play,
Of all this creation,
This race with time,
This race for space
Where it began,
Where Will it end,
The Human "Race"
Where, NOBODY WINS...
M.C. Morley, Meriden