(when the fat man shaving in the Pullman washroom

grunts, "what's this?")



leave me on the moon

I must be coming back too soon

pieces of pieces laying upon

somebody's walking on my hands

leave me on the moon

everybody knows it's true

everything is good as long it's stays still

coins jingle in my brain



you've been watching me

through your jewelry

sending rings around my hands

now that I'm near you

I slowly disappear you

your fingernails are much too long



leave me on the moon

you can stay there too

seems like everybody's just

floating away

while I tie myself down

while I tie my.....