fixin to wait in this airport
moon. but we’d rather be out shootin stars
with you.

you said, moon, you’d listen.
and play by the rules. but apartment livin
might not be for you.

(Jim says your hallway is littered)
(with personal items)
(and you can go right ahead and bite ’em)

pull up a bit further in the parking lot
moon. we don’t care if your tired of winter.
or blue. take it out on the snowdrift…
and leave us some room.

so far away moon. so very
bright. makes us wanna ask
what you’re thinkin tonight.

hey moon—don’t stay in the bathroom
too long. you’re up
for the next karaoke song…

why don’t you check back in the morning
moon. if the sundogs are sleeping…
we can sneak you right through.

we ran into some stars
moon. and they asked us your age.
and it’s just like you told us: some things
never change.

better save up your quarters for laundry
moon. and get some air freshener too.
cuz mom’s comin to visit and she is
gonna notice all the things you pretend
you don’t do.

we’re gonna eat in the car
moon. and sing at the top of our lungs.
we’ll speed through the sky as we
flash passers-by and
we’re not gonna stop
till we’re done.

(that flashy part was Jim‘s idea)

aren’t you just perfectly sassy
moon. snappin your pop-rocks and flippin
your curls. maybe you oughta come out
with the girlz!

cut a slip or two, re-pot and water you
moon. then set you in the light.
watch you real close and talk
to you too…

you’ll grow up before
our eyes.

it’s third-party information
moon. passed along secondhand. so if you’re not
gonna believe in the first place,
Jim says it’s no use to pretend.

(just leave the made-up parts to him)

stay out a little bit longer
moon…we don’t want the weekend to end.
we’re gonna check out dive-planets and stargate all night
til the sun comes up again.

passionate, honest and modest
moon. let’s ring in the year
of the Tiger with you.

test 1-2-3 can you hear us
moon? all this feedback and chatter
makes it hard gettin through.

why are you so cold, moon?

let’s get a name badge pinned on
moon. if we gotta wear one
you’re wearin one too.

(you won’t regret it…)
(it’s magnetic)

in Britain this counts as a school night
moon. so quit tryin to make us play dice
with you.

(twist an arm)
(roll again)
(you always win…)

beep, beep, shovel, scrape, pushin snow
around moon. so much more than a drift…
it’s a stairway to you.