Luna's Quiet Return

(hummmmm) Four travelers riding the cold solar wind

Under the banner of the silver bow

Where the dark of the crater begins

And the home that we left starts to fade below

Static is breaking, the signal is thin

Fifty long years since our boots touched the clay

Behind the Moon,

we drift alone

Into the silence of the black profound

No radio,

no modern sound

Just waiting for the dawn to bring us home (ahhhhh)

Signal acquired

And then the blue marble begins to rise