To The Moon

Howling at the moon

Writing her a tune

So much to let go

So much to hope for

The well is running dry

The people are so damn tired

So much to let go

So much to hope for

And time keeps tickin on by

Cryin a little bit more than I'd like

So i pick up my pen and go to write

To the moon

I hope you write to her too

Let's send it up to the moon

Corruptions running wild

I'm angry all the tim

So much to let go

So much to hope for

So I'll chug towards the good

Like that little engine that could

Steady and slow

I think I can I think I can I think I can

And time keeps tickin on by

Cryin a little bit more than I'd like

So i pick up my pen and go to write

To the moon

I hope you write to her too

Let's send it up to the moon

It feels like things I've shed

Have come back to haunt me again

And though I've said it before

They won't be keeping me down no more

And time keeps tickin on by

Cryin a little bit more than I'd like

So i pick up my pen and go to write

To the moon

I hope you write to her too

Let's send it up to the moon

Let it Burn Let it Burn Let it Burn