Ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, and inside out.
We're not saints nor are we sinners,
Where does the lie lay,
In a bed of withered flowers,
Underneath our grandmother's porch,
Are we inspired by the truth,
Or the choices we make?

Have we learned?
From the best of people,
Or the most favorite songs,
I bet we've learned.

These are all the people who have never seen a moon,
Have you ever seen a moon within a well-lit room?
Cause we honestly never have and I'm not sure we ever will,
There's some glimpses here and there while we're jogging out there,
But never have we ever seen the brightest, fullest moon.

Have we learned?
From the best of people,
Or the most favorite songs,
I bet we've learned.