CALL ME THE MOON
Call me the moon
Call me the loon
Call me your friend
Or call me goon
Oh call me
The moon
Call me the mist
Call me the quest
Call me the wish
Upon your list
But call me
The nest
Call me the moon
The silver spoon
Call me the wind
The bottle of sins
Call me the sheet
On your milky skin
Oh call me
The wind
Call me the moon
Your silver loon
Call me the moon
Your silver spoon
Your silver goon
Oh call me the moon
SHREDDED JEANS
You found me waitin’ by a dusty road
In shredded jeans, bearin’ such a worn-out soul
I caught your eye and
You shed some light
You sketched a smile
Where I had a jail
Where I had a
Padded jail
You saw me walkin’ on the frozen lake
You saw me slip, pay the price of my mistakes
I caught your eye
And you cast a line
You drew a shrine
Where I had a cell
Where I had a
Padded cell
You found me waitin’ by a dusky road
In shredded jeans, bearin’ such a worn-out soul
A worn-out soul
DREAM IS OLD
This dream is old
It’s covered up in dust
Oh this dream’s so old
Its locks are made of rust
Oh it’s an ol’ dream
But it’s a mainstream
This whim is worn
It’s got some tired
Boots
Oh it’s got some corns
Along its crooked roots
Oh it’s an old whim
But it’s a good sin
Oh it’s an ol’ ghost
Shut in a cupboard
Oh it’s an ol’ dream
A dream so old
A dream so worn
But it’s a mainstream
Oh yeah, a mainstream
Of my own
Oh it’s an ol’ ghost
Locked in a cupboard
It’s an ol’ ghost
Of my own
ALOOF AGAIN
Oh let it rain again
Rain on my roof again
Oh leave me aloof again
But don’t leave me alone
Oh let it flow again
The river flow again
The carpet unroll again
And stick to my soles
Oh let it rain
Let it go
Let it save
Save my soul
Oh let it shake again
The rattlesnake again
The vile tongues unwind again
And the wings set unfold
Oh let it shine
Let it blink
The beacon light
There on the brink
Oh let it rain
Let it go
Let him rove
Down the road
Oh let it rain
Let it go
Let it save
Save my soul
Let it shine
Let it blink
The beacon light
There on the brink
Oh let it
Blink
FRIEND FROM ABOVE (SLEEPLESS SPOUSE)
She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above
She’s my sleepless spouse
I’m a little mouse in her
Velvety gloves
She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above
She’s my eye, my spy-in-the-sky
She’s my ear from the vault
She can swallow tales
Stories about failures
And faults
She’s my long-time friend
She helps me make amends
Above all
She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above
She’s my sleepless spouse
I’m a little mouse in her
Velvety gloves
She’s my long-time friend
She’s my helpin’ hand
From above
And she will swallow tales
Stories about failures and
Faults
THE POOR, THE RICH & THE FAIRY WITCH
I welcome the poor
I welcome the rich
I welcome the fairy witch
I welcome the birds
I welcome the bats
I welcome the stray cats
I welcome the spring
I welcome the fall
I welcome the siren’s call
I welcome the sick
I welcome the sound
I welcome the freshly drowned
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather around
And join your hands
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather and join
Us in a dance
I welcome the cursed
I welcome the blessed
I welcome the first
And the last
I welcome the poor
I welcome the rich
I welcome the foamy bitch
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather around
And join your hands
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather and join
Us in a trance
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather around
And join your hands
Come light up a fire
Come light up a fire
Come gather and join
Us in a dance
Come gather and join
Us in a trance
Come gather around
And join your hands
Come gather and join
Our renewal dance
NONE OF THESE ROADS
None of these roads
Will bring you home
Oh none of these streets
Is meant to be yours
None of these roads
Is meant to be yours
None of these tramps
Looks paler than you
And none of these vamps
Can break your heart in two
None of these ghosts
Can carry your loads
None of these roads
Is meant to be yours
None of these ghosts
Can carry your loads
CARLA’S BLUES
Givin’ all I’ve got to taste your lips
And travel from your shoulders to your hips
To rest a while among
Your fluffy hair
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you
I wanna be home
I want Carla to make me blue
Wishin’ you the best a fool can wish
Cleanin’ out your plate and dirty dish
Shinin’ up the chair
On which you’ll sit
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you
I wanna feel home
I need Carla to make me blue
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna come home to you
I wanna feel home
I need Carla to make me blue
I wanna go home
I wanna rush home to you
I wanna be home
I wish Carla could make me blue
Could make me blue