I said hey, Sister Moonshine I said hey, Sister Moonshine, Who's a stranger to everyone. So, -MAKE US ALL LAUGH- -MAKE US ALL GIVE- Make us all cry, Ooo when I was a small boy, Well, I could see the magic in a day, But, now I'm just a poor boy,

I've been seeing angels In my living room That have walked the sun And have slept on the moon Covered in the fragrance Of their own perfume Telling me the stories Stories coming true

The greatest man I never knew lived just down the hall, and ev'ry day we said hello but never touched at all. He was in his paper. I was in my room. How was I to know he thought I hung the moon? The greatest man I never knew came home late ev'ry night,

Good, goodbye Where did I go? (where did I go?) When did I realize Where did I go? When did the sun rise? Got lost in the moonlight My love was on hold? So now this is goodbye

Cause we all live under the same sun We all walk under the same moon Then why, why can't we live as one Do you ever ask yourself Is there a Heaven in the sky I saw the morning It was shattered by a gun Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried I saw a

So baby, pick me up, I'll be in the drive Take me where the moon's hanging in the sky We can park it by the river, get out and throw the tailgate down down down You can steal a kiss, maybe even two Only the track and the tree's gonna see what we do All I

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

Move like you do Like you love to Legs and your hips Live old Moonlyn When that song hits Damn, you turnin' loose Stars of the southern sky Buzz of the fire and ice M-O-V-E, I love it yeah, I love it when you get that deed

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain Or a dance to a constantly surprising refrain My romance, doesn't need to have a moon in the sky My romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by No month of May, no twinkling stars No hideaway, no soft

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,