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Jul 2014
I'll save my money for a rainy day
I have filled up tube socks like no one else I've ever known
Tucking it away for my trip to see The Man on the Moon
He's someone who's like no one else I've ever known

When all is quiet in the dead of night he sends out screaming shooting stars
I know it's The Man on the Moon when I look up
When the tides come farther in to touch the shore
I know it's The Man on the Moon when I look up

Here comes the sun, hide your bills in your cash box
Expenditures bigger than any other I've ever known
It burns a hole right through my pocket
Deeper than every hole I've ever known

When it rains and it tastes like moonshine
I know it's The Man on the Moon spilling his cup
When it's a crescent and I see a fishing line
I know it's The Man on the Moon pondering I don't know what
When it shines so bright at midnight
I know The Man on theΒ Β Moon is looking down at me
When it's full and it's just right
I know The Man on the Moon is at peace

Now every one down down here thinks he's a lunatic
With all his lunar antics some kind of ludicrous
I tell him this, he has a laughing fit and ask how he's the clown
When we live on an over populated rock with gravity that just keeps us down

When the sun goes down and it comes up
I know The Man on the Moon is wide awake
I see it rise, oh what luck
The Man on the Moon has until day break
Here it is it's in orbit
I see The Man on the Moon swimming in his craters
When the light comes he is merely dormant
But in the darkness every moment with The Man on the Moon I savor
Tommy Johnson
Written by
Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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   --- and chimaera
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