Power of the Moon

Train goes by upside-down in a puddle and I’m feeling a little ill

What's my problem, I think I see a promise from God in a rainbow on an oil spill

It’s just a light from above making patterns in some wasted human fuel

So why go looking for an infinite mercy like you’re digging through shit for a jewel?

But I guess we all have our moments

When we find logic constraining

We take the frame from the painting

And let the colors bleed out into the room

But once the colors are running

You can’t turn nothing back into something

You’ve lost your warm sunny picture

And now you live under the power of the moon

3am, kicking trash down the gutter on the boulevard of broken brains

What’s the blues but a lust for affection plus the sound of the whistle on a far-off train?

The human mind is a maze in the hedges on the lawn of a distant king

You catch a glimpse of a great golden doorway once or twice in a lifetime of wandering

Oh, you catch a glimpse

But some of us don’t forget it

The memory gets embedded

We chase the shine of a doorway

We’re not even sure we really saw

Yeah, and then the moon keeps appearing

The headlight on the train we’ve been hearing

Yeah, we're on the track of something

And it’s gonna run into us soon

Under the power of the moon

Under the power of the moon

Under the power of the moon

Under the

Under the power of the moon

Yeah, yeah