How I'd love to be a child, with friends spread all around me Playing games and running wild, with nothing more to do Than to Watch the sun make light, and watch the moon take over From the day into the night, what mighty peace I'd find How I'd love to

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways Johnny take a walk With your sister the moon Let her pale light in To fill up your room You've been living underground Eating from a can

Dance in and out of the beams Of a neon moon There's always room here for To watch your broken dreams Oh, but I'll be alright As long as there's light From a neon moon Oh, if you lose your one and only

There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone It made me stop and grin Light from a dying moon It blurs our eyes And we wear a cape of fireflies

In the still of the night As I gaze from of my window At the moon in its flight My thoughts all stray to you While the world lies in slumber Oh, the times without number Darling, when I say to you Do you love me As I love you?

We were wishing and kissing and sipping that stuff Sho' nuff messing me up Till I couldn't tell the moonlight, from the stars in her eyes And that apple pie moonshine Well I apologized when I picked her up Said this old truck is just a fixer up She

We were wishing and kissing and sipping that stuff Sho' nuff messing me up Till I couldn't tell the moonlight, from the stars in her eyes And that apple pie moonshine Well I apologized when I picked her up Said this old truck is just a fixer up She

Light as a feather But hard as a rock First see the city sky lights Shining from my room Your such a sight to see In the month of June Beautiful like the moons Reflection when its passing off your skin

We were wishing and kissing and sipping that stuff Sho' nuff messing me up Till I couldn't tell the moonlight, from the stars in her eyes And that apple pie moonshine Well I apologized when I picked her up Said this old truck is just a fixer up She

You can still see the sight On a winter's night Of his wake in the light of the moon If the wind turns right If you don't take fright You can smell that French perfume From Fortune he did sail He rode the waves from St. Pierre It's of a bold young