Moon
Song by Con Davison
The side of the road
Is not where you go
When you're stuck in the desert
And your water it is running low
The canyon below
Is calling your name
And the dust it is pulling
All the color from your heart and veins
Washed by maroon and grey
Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe
Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory
The sight of the road
Is easy to see
When blacktop sits upon a mass
of succulent things
And now you're a snake
A snake in the road
And the groove of the desert
Has a better place for you to go
Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe
Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory
Is not where you go
When you're stuck in the desert
And your water it is running low
The canyon below
Is calling your name
And the dust it is pulling
All the color from your heart and veins
Washed by maroon and grey
Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe
Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory
The sight of the road
Is easy to see
When blacktop sits upon a mass
of succulent things
And now you're a snake
A snake in the road
And the groove of the desert
Has a better place for you to go
Sweet dried up sea
I can't believe
The moon is similar to thee
But here it's easier to breathe
Oh burning sun
You are the one
That boiled depths
To make them none
A bony, lifeless memory