Will I get by
With the minister of the moon
Bestowing emotion to the coyote's cry and the bird's chatter
Will I get by
I quake and stumble and swoon
In the swell of the sound and the mountains
I thought the details wouldn't matter
Will I get by
Mining the moondust
Of the makers I have deified
Could he get by
With the soul of a Satyr
Stuck in the confines of suburbia
Will I get by
Conflating the man and the music
Suspended in euphoria
Will I get by
Mining the moondust
Of the makers I have deified
