Who Hung the Moon

She walks out with the wind

The psilocybin it starts to kick in

She gives it away with a glance and a grin

Before she leaves the room

I am young as a child

Resting my head on the pillow I smile

Lost in the moment I hold it a while

Before she's gone too soon

Staring at stars and trying my hand

Thinking the thoughts of a useless man

Young and wild and growing old too soon

And asking the questions like

Who Hung The Moon

Under a blanket of infinite time

Drunk on the air and the taste of the wine

Young and wild and growing old too soon

And asking the questions like

Who Hung the Moon