The moon is a helpful time-keeping device.
You're driving fast through the rain to your broken home in the middle of a war. You've got the tools to repair all those bullet holes. You're a fool not to fix all those bullet holes.
So rally all the troops, because I don't want to lose. And even though we'll fall, we'll remember what we saw.
You're driving fast through the rain away from your broken home, dodging shells left and right. You wave goodbye, like you're flying from your funeral. Say goodbye, because you're watching the world's funeral.
Remember when they said the moon was just a clock? Remember when they said you only had to knock?