Won herself a pass to some far off moon
  It was second class but what's to lose
  And looking out her window she could more than assume
  That you can't see air or time
  She's the only rocketeer in the whole damn place
  They gave her a mirror so she could talk to a face
  She still got plenty lonely but that's just the case
  With time, time, time
  Started hearing voices sometime in June
  She knew she could go crazy but didn't think that soon
  Now she doesn't feel lonely but she'd just as soon
  Try, try, try try
  Man shot to the moon
  I read a paperback and want to come home soon
  I'm shot to the moon
  Been there a half an hour, I want to come home soon