Lunar twilight, dying day.
Shadows linger on as sunlight slowly fades.
Darkness deepens as night is drawn,
And it's so very long until another dawn.

A lunar miner stirs in his converted canister,
Rubs his eyes, and glances at the time
Another day, another shift, tons of rock to dig and lift,
Moving exhumers through the shallow lunar rocks.
4 a.m. or noon, makes no difference on the Moon,
Clocks are just for keeping schedules defined.

The rugged miners claim a man can go insane,
Seven days of sunshine and seven more to go.
And midnight madness marrs the beauty of the stars;
Darkness is forever, Luna turns so very slow.
Then a hundred pairs of eyes are drawn to the skies
Scanning the horizon, anticipating Moonrise.

Eighteen hours a tour, lunar miners must endure
Many hardships, and the work is never done
A hundred men, no more, mine a trillion tons of ore
Every day, to tame the power of the Sun.
But somehow they survive, their spirit kept alive
With hope for the future and a dream of Station Four.

Lunar sunrise, darkness wanes.
Cold and gray, dawn crawls across the plain.
Blinding glare glistens on the lunar rim
And it's so very long until the sun goes down again
And it's so very long until the sun goes down again
And it's so very long until the sun goes down.