The Moon
The White Buffalo
Thought I did but then I don't feel much anymore
The string between bad and good
Is a little misunderstood
Oh, and then it turns to doubt
And then you kick and sceam and cast me out
And all that I know is true is I'm hollow as the ocean's blue
Lonely days I await you
Shadows and graves I'll be visiting soon
Will I ever, will I ever see the moon again?
Tossed and turned can't figure out
If humans have all rung down
Where there going I dont know for sure
But they, they hide and hide and hide
Who will know when they return as they've
They've all turned to ash and burned
Well at a road side at night I think that my love's run out
Lonely days I await you
Shadows and graves ill be visitng soon
Will I ever, will I ever see the moon again?
