They Might Be Giants Moonbeam Rays
By the time you hear this, it will be too late
By the time you hear this, I'll be far away
Moving out at the break of dawn
Moving out past the Guns and Pawn
All of those times that I missed you
But you weren't missing me
You called it self-improvement, but I had other words
Half-asleep and brainwashed like shaking off a curse
You at night by the bonfire blaze
Dancing there in the moonbeam rays
All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas
You were warned with my pleas
Like a scold were the pleas
You were warned
Haircuts in the mirror now
ATMs for a twenty-dollar bill
Knife, a pan, an empty can
Hallway bulbs and peepholes covered up
By the time you read this, it will be too late
By the time you read this, I'll be in another state
Singing out the dials spinning round
Singing out with cicadas now
All of the times that I warned you, but you ignored my pleas
You were warned with my pleas
Like a scold with my pleas
You were warned
Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay
Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay
Ah, dee-ah, dee-ah, dee-ay
