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