Above the dark highways on a black tar roof
Stood the sad milkman in love with the moon
She filled up his window with soft milky light
'Til he crawled up the chimney and into the night
But the moon, she rises and the moon, she falls
And her slow white eye sees nothing at all
But down on the sidewalks a crowd gathered 'round
They were throwing up bricks and bottles to knock the boy down
He stood up above them with his hands in the air
Calling up to the moonbeams, come let down your hair
But the moon, she rises (the moon, she rises)
And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
And her slow white eye (her slow white eye)
Sees nothing at all
Well, he wanted to feel like a bucket of milk
Or sweet summer wind on rolling green hills
He wanted to climb up from the roof sailing up
Upon the night wind to the arms of the moon
But the moon, she rises (the moon, she rises)
And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
And her slow white eye (her slow white eye)
Sees nothing at all (sees nothing at all)
Yes, the moon she rises (the moon, she rises)
And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
And her slow white eye sees nothing at all
