When the Man in the Moon winks at you
And the birds are flying south,
When the cabin lights blink at you,
A tube of oxygen in your mouth,
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
When constellations align for you
And starships share your route,
When you've flown where no one flew
And you have dissipated doubts,
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
Now when red giants shine for you
And your prayers have ended droughts,
With Saturn's rings your rendevous,
And you've become your race's scout,
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
Won't you take bows for the crowd?
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