The Moon Is Mine

No calls, no letters Just fireweeds and stinging nettles But the moon is mine Yeah, the moon is mine Bad news in the papers Bad news for this sinner's wages But the moon is mine Yeah, the moon is mine Skim a stone across the river Throw all my money in the wishing well I can't afford the cost of living If the price is living hell No-one to call me baby; no, no No valentines again But the moon is mine Yeah, the moon is mine No hook to hang my hat on No rooms for rent today But the moon is mine Yeah, the moon is mine Skim a stone across the river Throw all my money in a wishing well I can't afford the cost of living If the price is living hell I used to believe in a glittering prize But lately I've seen That that's just a pillow of lies And the moon is mine Yeah, the moon is mine That beautiful ball of cheese Is my personal property The moon is mine The moon is mine Oh, the moon is mine The moon is... mine!