Pines Shine On Moon
The night owls howl and feed until dawn
I turn my collar from the right to the wrong
On the blown-cold reservations of my mind
There never has been such a thing as time
I look for mine in everyone else
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
One of these days about twelve o’clock
This old world’s gonna reel and rock
Silver daggers rain down from capitol hill
Twenty-nine years but I’m shackled still
Take the best weapon down from the shelf
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
From Granada gypsies on their dark horse ride
To hobo jungles with their shanty town brides
Oh the world’s more full of weeping than you can surmise
But it’s so hard to see with your eyes on the prize
All fallen with wonders, are those towers of wealth
Shine on moon, I’m by myself
