Moonman

Yeah, I guess I am the type To make a big deal about the moon I'm not about the giant-step Minutes from blastoff, ball of wonder joint Minutes from blastoff, ball of wonder joint Bite me and I'll bite your graveyard light In the far corner of the flat-screen TV The passionate kiss in the fog Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view Clammy hand romance at Bogart Airport view I'm not even the type to swoon It's the metaphor with the biggest bat So what if, once a month, the moon gets folks? To throw away their pens or cash in their chips Big deal To throw away their pens or cash in their chips Big deal Nah, I just like to look up and see How after all that's been said and done Our guy's still up there (yeah, I'm up here) Hangin' Hangin' Hangin' Hangin'