Nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high When the sun's down It may seem so that I can't see But the darkness provides the light for me I don't wanna be lonely And the moon is my only homie If there's a higher power then show me Instead of nocturnal

Beware my foolish heart The night is like a lovely tune How white the ever constant moon Take care my foolish heart There's a line between love and fascination That's hard to see, how many names such as this For they both have the very same sensation

Let's face the music and dance Let's face the music and dance Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Before

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own And then there suddenly appeared before me The only one my arms will ever hold I heard somebody whisper "Please adore me" And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold Blue moon now I'm no longer

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

Ain't nothin' 'bout it luck, there's somethin' 'bout a truck Somethin' 'bout a truck in a farmer's field And there's somethin' 'bout a truck in a field And a girl in a red sundress with an ice cold beer to her lips Begging for another kiss And there's

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

Down the Seven Bridges Road. There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go. There is moonlight and moss in the trees Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child, And I have loved you in a tame way, And I have loved you wild.