Oh the silver moon
Guides me home when I am lost
Oh the silver moon
Makes me crazy once a month
No don't speak too soon
When your talking out of turn
You could turn away and run but
Stay here right where I am
Always doom and gloom
Nothing good on the horizon
Always doom and gloom
Not even surprising
Cradled then crestfallen
No ones ever calling
Oooh crestfallen
A fancy word for sad
Oh the silver moon
Guides me home when I am lost
Oooh crestfallen
A fancy word for sad