Moonman

Yeah, I guess I am the type
To make a big deal about the moon
I'm not about the giant-step
Minutes from blastoff, ball of wonder joint
Minutes from blastoff, ball of wonder joint

Bite me and I'll bite your graveyard light
In the far corner of the flat-screen TV
The passionate kiss in the fog
Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view
Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view

I'm not even the type to swoon
It's the metaphor with the biggest bat
So what if, once a month, the moon gets folks?
To throw away their pens or cash in their chips
Big deal
To throw away their pens or cash in their chips
Big deal

Nah, I just like to look up and see
How after all that's been said and done

Our guy's still up there (yeah, I'm up here)

Hangin'

Hangin'

Hangin'

Hangin'