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