Mr. man on the moon 

do you own a fishing pole 

I would surely take your bait 

into my mouth 



and feel you tugging at me 

just maybe I would try to escape or tease you for a while 

then I would let my self go 

fly into your basket 



Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head 

think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said 

I could see them in the window, I could see they were three 

my reflection in the mirror said 

No, I am just me 



So, little lady of the lake 

do you own a pretty pipe 

I would gladly light it for you 

and taste your sweet tobacco 



feel it fill me with calm bubbles 

maybe we would have to hold our heads above the water 

or the stinging soap 

would get in our eyes 



Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head 

think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said 

I could see them in the window, I could see they were three 

my reflection in the mirror said 

No, I am just me