To the Moon

I've got customs, nothing functions
Tongues and different hues
I've got sizes, slices eyes
That know you're nothing new
I've never wanted to go to the moon
Or grow too old too soon
Now you're talking like it's something special to do

I've seen trees
Been weak in the knees
And walked in ancient lands
I've shared rice in a social device
But it's never been part of my plan
I've never wanted to go to the moon
Or grow too old too soon
But now you're talking like it's something special to do