Everyone's gone to the moon.

Thorpe Park. Empty. The children are gone.

Time again for some lovely lyrics:

Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses - never home
Church full of singing - out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

Long time ago
Life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Hearts full of motors - painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Arms that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Transcribed by Robin Hood