The night was young, the dream was strong
Time was right, and night was without ending
When morning came with the red horizon

The night is gone, the dream is leaving
The night was bright, the moon was clear
Time was right and night, when without warning
The moment came as morning neared

"The dream you had when the night was young
It must be done, now put your helmet on
The countdown has begun"

The night is gone, the moon is moving on
Falling red upon the horizon
And the dream is leaving