Armstrong - Lobo

Black boy in Chicago

Playin' in the street

Not enough to wear

Not near enough to eat

But don’t you know he saw it

On that July afternoon

Saw a man named Armstrong

Walk upon the moon

Young girl in Calcutta

Barely eight years old

The fly’s that swarm the market place

Will see she don’t grow old

But don’t you know she heard it

On a July afternoon

Heard a man named Armstrong

Walk upon the moon

River’s getting dirty

The wind in getting bad

War and hate are killing off

The only earth we have

But the whole world stopped to watch it

On that July afternoon

Watched a man named Armstrong

Walk upon the moon

And I wonder if a long time ago

Somewhere in the universe

They watched a man named Adam

Walk upon the earth