Why are you going to the USA?
To you, not me
Blue moons, baby on the table 
Hold my hands in the cafe 
I'll wait for ever
I don't know what's right, I don't know what the translations are 
They'll knock on my door and fill up my heart
Blue moons, baby on the table
Chocolate pudding at the sink 
Yellow dancing, sun light in the windows 
Honey I'm home and I'll smile 
But I'll smile anyway