I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles flying. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this sleeping satellite. Did we fly to the moon too soon? Did we squander the chance? In the rush of the race, the reason we chase is lost in romance. And still we try, to justify the waste for a taste of man's greatest adventure. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles flying. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this sleeping satellite. Have we lost what it takes to advance? Have we paid too soon? If the world is so green, then why does it scream under a blue moon? We wonder why, if the earth sacrifices for a price of its greatest treasure. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles flying. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this sleeping satellite. And when we shoot for the stars, what a giant step. Have we got what it takes, to carry the weight, of this constant, all passing by? Like a shot in the dark with a mark, with a sense of adventure. I blame you for the moonlit sky, and the dream that died, with the eagles flying. I blame you for the moonlit nights, when I wonder why, are the seas still dry? Don't blame this sleeping satellite.