Many years ago
when you was just a child
running all around
goin' so wild,
you broke apart the pieces
and you scattered them around
now you're on the sidewalk
with a permanent frown.
It all was different
in another time
you the artiste,
the poet sublime.
You tore apart your dreams
and you left them
on the ground
now you wear the broken pieces
like a joker's crown.
Well the moon don't look
like it used to do
and there's nothin' more
that I can do.
The Moon
Well the shotgun layin'
on the floor empty
there's nothin' there
for you to see,
you shot my shoes
all across the floor
now there's someone knockin'
on the old front door.
Well they come for me
and they come for you
but it seems you just
didn't know what to do.
Well the answer is the truth
and the truth is in your heart
maybe that's the place
that you could start.
Well the moon ain't lookin'
like it used to do
and there's nothin' more
that I can do.