wake up to a blue moonin the sky
a cool china blue
hear the thunder of life driving by
guess its finally on the loose
and i smell the shoot sweat
on the sick-a-more trees
as the branches collide
with every thought i think
now the neighborhood cat is calling
he cant sleep
says the oxygen in the needle and pin
has sprung a leek
well he really took a chance
crossing his heart hoping to die
he was young and he was happy
at the time
it seems to be like cinema
silver turns to its old tricks
magic loses all its magic
and you know what it really is
the young men who used to use their knuckles
are gone,
but the tadpoles keep on multiplaying
down in the swamp
when the pearly gates do open
dragging their legs out of spite
inside a woman sits to greet you
welcome home to the night
its the last motel with electric,
she says,
take a seat while the maid goes
and cleans up your mess
honey it could take an hour,
it could take all year,
it could take a century
for your bad name to clear
wake up to blue moon in the sky
a cool china blue
hear the thunder of life driving by
guess its finally on the move
