Red Moon

Red moon rising like a fire in me

So many questions, she asks them all to me

I have to answer most curiously

Scarlet angel

I am too small to see

Earn earn, shuffle round the big city

Burning the rubber down

Crossing the hot concrete

I'm gonna leave town, there is someone to meet

She turns her head around a full 360

Bedroom rising from an old growth tree

Bring out the sawmill

Cutting the twelve inch beams

Building a pattern, a reservoir to fill with dreams

Rings like Saturn, telling their old stories

Windmill turn and turn eternally

What do you yearn for?

Where do you long to be?

I've been here before looking at the wild country

Opening the screen door, talking with Diane Lee

(That's my grandma)

Radio singin' from the corner of the kitchen

I've got the oven on

I got the onions wishin' they hadn't made me cry

Filling the sink with dishes

Lettin' em air dry

Waitin' for the wind's permission

Too many movies got me shivering and shy

Turning the lights out, glisten' in the owl's eye

Glimmer like lightning

Under the violet sky, shimmer like diamonds

Watching the red moon rise