Michael Collins

I was born on Halloween, in Roma, Italy
Just another white boy staring at the stars
And when I turned 39 me and the boys we hit the sky
And headed where they’d never been before

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One small step for man, Jesus, Goddamn
22 hours hanging in the air
Sometimes you take the fame, sometimes you sit backstage
But if it weren’t for me them boys would still be there

When it came time to land, them boys they shook my hand
They said, “we’ll call you up when we need a ride”
They went down to the ground, and I floated around
With all them stars still twinkling in my eyes

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Now the history books will write about that fateful night
Them two fellas dancing on the moon
But they won’t say nothing bout me, waiting patiently
To bring them boys safely back home to you

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