Face in the Moon

Flying down from San Francisco Greasy plane, unfriendly skies Sunrise as our eyes are failing Peeling back your thin disguise Floating down the Hollywood Freeway Gripping steering wheel so tight Arms so long and head so distant Streaming through the blackest light But I see the ghost of your face in the moon Waxing and waning, so confused I see the shadow of your face at my door You stole the face of the moon You stole the face of the moon From the freeway to the sky You get your way with a thousand lies An ugly life that seems so pretty Stealing through this tin can city But I see the ghost of your face in the moon Waxing and waning, so confused I see the shadow of your face at my door You stole thе face in the moon You stole thе face in the moon