Moon Making

Well twenty years ago
That girl came by
And my people gave her
A glint with the
Glass of a golden eye
You know, the thing is
I'm a moon-following man
I don't move lightly for you
Just where I can, but
You don't move
Lightly for me.
And I get that,
Christ I get that.
Well Jesus, He walked
Into the bar that day
Like a vulture feeding on rats
Ordered a bourbon
And laughed
I throw a penny at fortune
Offered enough for me
But not enough for some
I'm a moon-moving man
But i don't just move moons
for anyone.
Well twenty years from now
The tide will come in
And we'll be breaking up again
Don't leave me now, or I'll just be
A moon-making man
Pulling craters from the sea
Trapped in a memory.