Man In the Moon

My daddy was an astronaut That's what I was often taught My daddy went away too soon Now he's living on the moon Hang on to me people, we're going down Down among the fishes in an absence of sound It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind Send it scratching in this rented room Scratching and a tapping to the man in the moon 'Bout all the things that I've been taught My daddy was an astronaut