She was looking over my shoulder

Out of the window at the moon

As I watched her

There in the silver napkin dispenser to my right...her left...my right

And there was no one at the jukebox

When suddenly it turned on

And suddenly there was motown

The trumpets blow towards Jericho

They go, "No one knows how no one feels, I wonder why I bother."

Bah-bah-bah

Tonight the sky caught flower, it was damn near absurd

A wash of wasp and bob-white, moth and mockingbird

And in the blinding hindsight of the long dead starlight stood the unconnected dots of history, patron saints of luck and mystery

Unnerving coincidence of reoccurring fingerprints

White rose in an onion and an ocean in the oxygen

Muhammed, Kali, Buddha, Baby Jesus and the gang

The whole slipshod she-bang

Under this perfect awning, my pretty girl is yawning

"No one knows how no one feels, I wonder why I bother."

Bah-bah-bah

She said, "Look the sky is perfectly clear just there."

"Where there?"

"No, right here."

Finally feel I found it

Each star points to the five around it

And on and on and on and off

And on and on and on and on and off

And on and on and on and on and off and on and on

She was looking over my shoulder

Out of the window at the moon