How in this world can we put a man on the moon,
And still have a need for a place like St Jude’s?
And why is one man born, In a place where all they know is war?
An’ a guy like me, Has always been free.
An’ how can two people who built a lovin’ home, Try for years an’ never have a child of their own?
When somewhere out there tonight, There’s a baby no-one’s holdin’ tight: In need of love.
To me, that don’t add up.