The Moon Is Within Reach

Intro
A Wise Old Master is lying in a bed,
Machines keep him alive, but soon hell drop dead.
Sitting here in secret, our eyes finally meet,
What would you ask if you were in my seat?

Verse 1
Wise Old Master, tell me how to make a fortune,
Should I travel round the world or to the moon?
If I take the blame for others, will that be of help?
He smiled at me, shook his head, asked me to come near,
And when I drew in close, he whispered in my ear..

Chorus
Only the lucky make a fortune, and the lucky make a noise,
Only the lucky get a shot to ever realise,
That the moon is within reach, its nearer than we think,
That we build a new world every time we blink.
And when theyre looking up, standing on a beach,
Only the lucky know the moon is within reach.

Verse 2
Wise Old Master, tell me now man to man,
Should I walk blind alleys with a master plan?
If I follow signposts, will they guide me on my feet?
He smiled at me, shook his head, asked me to come near,
And when I drew in close, he whispered in my ear..

Repeat Chorus

Repeat Chorus

End
And when youre looking up, standing on a beach,
Maybe someday youll know the moon is within reach.