Biltmores Luna (1-6th Gravity)
We mine on the surface and live underneath itIn cabins
that are pressurized and well heated
The ceilings are ellipses and most of them sky blue
To remind us of earth-side sometimes we pump rain in
Our casinos and diners are loved by old-timers
Who make the long trek up to Luna to retire
The coldness will burn you a space suit will save you
The earth-light will guide you to a sea that is tranquil
It wanes and it waxes while we work on the drop tubes
Full-earth provides the best light for our axes
Why couldn't I
Have lived 500 years from now?
When we're all lunatics
I'd like to be
In that pebble in the sky
Where it's one-sixth gravity
