1199 - Solo so low

Hello, are you receiving me, hello
Are you receiving me, hello, are you
Receiving me, hello, I said hello
Are you, no, it seems not, you’re not, are you
You’re not receiving me, are you, that’s true
Well fly me to the moon and let me swing
From a moon tree, where I would swing so true
Solo in the solar wind, I can’t sing
In that vacuum, I assume, assuming
I wanted to, like I do here, although
It’s quite hard here, too, heretofore, to you
It’s quite disheartening, hearing not listening
From you, so low you’re whispering so low
While I’m trying to sing, swing low to you