Well, I'm waiting for my rider,
I hope she gets back soon.
We really should be leaving
if we are going to reach the moon.
My rider is a sweet one
and she likes to navigate.
But we got to get a move on
or we are going to be late.
She went into the city
to buy us bread and wine.
If she got lost inside the market,
getting out could take some time.
There may have been bad weather,
and she was caught by a storm.
Just as soon as she gets back here,
we will both be safe and warm.
She may have met a crowd of people
who were watching a parade.
She may be waiting till it passes,
and they move a barricade.
She may have heard some people singing
and gone to see what song she heard.
She may have stayed to sing soprano -
you know she sings just like a bird.
She may have had to show her papers
to a security man.
They don't make you that much safer -
they stop you because they can.
You know I will be waiting,
however long it may be.
She is my rider and my baby,
and the only one for me.
I want her back here with me,
I want to see her smiling face.
If we do not get to the moon, well -
we'll be fine some other place.
And the moon will be there waiting,
if we do not go soon.
We could go a week from Friday,
we could go in May or June.