Texty: John Hiatt. Hangin' Around The Observatory.

Hangin' around the observatory
We were waitin' to see the moon
Well we thought that we was all gypsies
Come to escape these lousy ruins

Well that telescope that mighty eye
It's bigger, Jack, that you or I?
Oh, it sees the stars, it sees the moon
You might as well stay in the room

Professor, professor, I forgot how it looks
Could I just take another peak?
Is there really a man who lives up there?
Is it all green cheese so to speak?

Well now listen boy these are the facts
The moon is white the sky is black
And you are a speck on this crummy earth
And a dollar and a half is all you're worth

Why did I come here?

Let all the tender scientist
Get lost in poetry
And let all these moist romantic guys
Turn back to history

Hangin' around the observatory
Waitin' to see the moon
Well we thought that we was gypsies
Come to escape these lousy ruins