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

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

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