No calls,
no letters,
just fireweeds and stinging nettles,
but the moon is mine.
Yeah, the moon
is mine.
Bad news in the papers,
bad news for the sinner's wages,
but the moon is mine.
Yeah, the moon
is mine.
Skim a stone across the river,
throw all my money in a wishing well.
I can't afford that cost of living if the price is living hell.
No one to call me baby,
no no,
no valentines again,
but the moon is mine.
Yeah, the moon
is mine.
No hook to hang my hat on,
no room for rent today,
but the moon is mine.
Yeah, the moon
is mine.
Skim a stone across the river,
throw all my money in a wishing well.
I can't afford that cost of living if the price is living hell.
The price is living hell,
yeah, the moon is mine.
Sweet, that was a good thing.
Oh,
I used to believe in a glittering world,
but now I'm
living in a glaring crash,
but lately I've seen that that's just a pillow of lies and
the moon is mine.
Yeah, the moon is mine.
That beautiful ball of cheese
is my personal