When I was a rocket child, my daddy often said,
"Girl, you hold the future in your hands.
Risky is the price of life, but never be afraid
To make the journey I could only plan."
As I grew to womanhood, adventure was my friend
Taller than my daddy's tallest dream,
For I have roamed the galaxy, and rambled back again:
There's no side of freedom I've not seen.
And some are born too late to roam
And some are born too soon,
But I was always born to shoot the moon.
I looked for my counterpart in every port and bar
All the way from here to starflight's end,
Found a man whose quiet smile hid a quiet heart,
Made of him a lover and a friend.
So we spent our given time, hoboes on the drift
Riding every tramp and freighter through,
We traded our ambition for the solitude of ships,
Making up our lives, and making do.
And some are born too late to roam
And some are born too soon,
But I was always born to shoot the moon.
Before we'd seen a hundred suns, he died away out there
Where loneliness is partner to the soul.
Now I'm regretting all the things we had no time to share,
All the journeys we will never know.
But he left me a daughter, and to her I've often said,
"Girl, you hold the future in your hands.
Risky is the price of love, but never be afraid
To make the journey I could only plan."
And some are born too late to love
And some are born too soon,
But I was always born to shoot the moon.
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