The Moon Caught In a Tree

I walk to see the moon Caught up in a tree Stars like children, crowd To see what would become of she What was there to wake me And turn my blood to fire Not these sirens wailing That spill the city side When I look above me See the moon caught in a tree Out in the curtain night The street forgot its art The 50 reasons why Not to trust your heart The jingle jangle day Will come as no surprise, no, no Take the pennies from your pockets Place them one by one over your eyes Eyes When I look above me As this city sleeps uneasily If I take the time to look and see See the moon caught in a tree