for the moon

your're on the astral plain
i'm walking down main street
how does one get from here
to your eternity?

it was in the rain
when we crossed paths back then
your cross so much higher than mine
mine was as heavy as lead

i loved you once, and i love you again
there in the splendor of the sun
you on the turnpike scratching out a tune
living and living and living for the moon

there will come a time
when the knights of kevlar will
attach everything that we hold dear
to billboards of numbness
to be seen on the evening news

it will be very much the same
as when your sister shut the main
switch and we were plunged into deepness
and had to climb to the top of the well

diana, i read all your letters
that you wrote in mexico in pain
how you didn't want to try anymore
but just find a river to take it away

you loved me once, couldn't try it twice
you smiled and kissed your crucifix
you needed to get to the turnpike by noon
and pray and pray and pray for the moon

the past is our demon but keeps us sane
and you left with the bandits and fiddler
all your broken dreams and dishes hidden
in the trunk of your sister's stolen car
it begins to rain, you take the astral plane
living and praying and driving for the moon