Backstage In Orbit

Step onto the painted stage

Underneath the spotlight's glare

We are turning back the page Breath of static in the air

Plywood crescent hanging high Stars are drawn in silver ink

Stretching out a painted sky Faster than a man can think (ooh-wah)

Space is the final frontier

And it was made in a Hollywood basement

We see it clear,

oh we see it clear From a stage with a starry replacement (shoo-be-doo-wop)

Dust is drifting in the beam

As the cameras start to roll Captured in a silver dream Playing

out our designated role

There's a flag that starts to wave

Though the wind has ceased to blow

On a stage so bold and brave

Underneath the studio glow (ahhhh)

Yes it was made...

In a Hollywood basement (shoo-be-doo-wop)

Just a plywood moon