EVERYONE'S GONE TO THE MOON
Jonathan King


Streets full of people, all alone
Rows full of houses, never home
Church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun disappears in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

Long time ago, life had begun
Everyone went to the sun 

Hearts full of motors, painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Hands that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon