It’s difficult to let you in, don’t want to give too much of myself away
I maybe competitive, maybe it’s a bitter streak
The last shall be first but last is so weak

I want real life, flowing through my veins
So every time I cut I know,
That it’s you I need, nothing else to achieve,
I don’t have to earn my way,

But help me to remember,
Where we are,
Like the sun that shines in dark
Something comes from nothing,
Where we are,
Like the ‘old’ man says and he’s crazy,
Calling me to come back home,

In the race to be the first on the moon
In the race to be the first on the moon

Those close to me, those I fear the most,
Don’t want to be the last girl at the dance,
America and Nixon, look what you’ve done,
You make it so hard for us to be number one,

I want real life, flowing through my veins
So every time I cut, I know
That it’s you I need, nothing else to achieve,
I don’t have to earn my way,

But help me to remember,
Where we are,
Like the sun shines from darkness
Something comes from nothing
Where we are,
Like the ‘old’ man says, and he’s crazy
Calling me to come back home

In the race to be the first on the moon
In the race to be the first on the moon

People may say that you must compete,
But don’t lose yourself along the way.