So, stare up at noon with stars up at night
I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light
I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might
Stare up to you, quiet goodbye

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways
I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days
I’ll see you son, and in your stays
Stare up to one, why, it would wave

Moonman/Sunman

Moonman made morning
Sunman had it
Moonman saw evening
Sunman hadn’t
Moonman left evening
Sunman hasn’t
Moonman missed morning
Sunman has it

Moonman/Sunman
Moonman/Sunman

Sometimes I imagine,
I'm the man on the moon.
Brought to this existence,
Entirely to soon.

Without choice was I,
Cast into this role,
While being forced to watch,
All the beauty and wonder below.

To watch the youth,
Rumble and tumble,
Grow fair and strong,
See their joy and their trouble.

Unable to lend hand,
Or participate,
Simply from afar,
All this I must take.

To see a love flourish,
And the agony of loss,
I'd give all of my mass,
To be a part of their flock.

As the ultimate outsider,
No chance to be held...

As the ultimate outsider,
In the distance I dwell...

Here I still float,
In a void of space.
Cold and still watching,
From the same distant place.

I drift around aimless,
But guided by the pulls,
Of a wanting to be held,
In the gravity of loves flow.

I see them look up,
Sometimes upon me.
Often looking past,
It's the stars that they see.

Yet little do these wonders,
Of life down below,
Realize I see similar,
Sorts of twinkles and glows.

Occasionally I spot one,
A love I yearn for.
Such a gentle sweet kindness,
From them, freely pours.

Always steadfast,
Locked down in place.
Of a different cosmic object,
And not to mingle in my fate.

I know I can't crash,
Myself into their world.

So silently I'll drift...

In my slow solitary twirl...