Brother how’d we get this far?
We’ll be higher than the hawks soon.
Sailing skies we’ve yet to learn,
We’ll be higher than the hawks soon,
Higher than the hawks.

Why don’t you believe us?
Here’s the data set us free.
Call us masters or wizards,
Cause you’re told what to see.

And when I fall,
When I fall,
There’ll be clouds below me,
Clouds below me.
And when I fall,
When I fall,
There’ll be clouds below me.

Now that you believe us,
Here’s the statue set us down,
There’s a balloon meet at St. Cloud,
Should we teach them what we found?

Now when I fall,
When I fall,
There’ll be crowds below me,
Crowds below me.
And when I fall,
When I fall,
There’ll be crowds below me.

Will we hit the moon soon? x 8