Kick it back, find a good song on the radio, 'Til we get lost in a sunset falling Lay a blanket by the creek Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree No one watching Now there ain't nothing wrong, baby, you and I Gettin' down to some up all night And

You're in my blood 'Cause you are burning, burning this heart of mine You're burning, right through my veins tonight Catch you eye in the night, it's glowing I'm so high and there's no controlling In the light of the moon you're all I see Smokey air in

Baby, you and me could leave right now If you like how that sounds Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and

You got to dance with the one that brought you Stay with the one that want's you The one who's gonna love you when all of the others go home Don't let the green grass fool you Don't let the moon get to you Dance with the one that brought you and you

Sanitarium, just leave me alone Sanitarium, leave me be Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Just labeled mentally deranged Dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No

You can go wherever you wanna go You don’t ever have to go to war no more You can get up on some sunny day and run You don’t ever have to pay the bills no more Go wherever you wanna go Fly up to the moon and say hello now Never have to go to war no more

I just gotta tell you, baby Tonight looks good on you Somethin' about that southern sky Sitting back behind that moon It goes perfect with your eyes Girl, tonight looks good on you It's something about the way you're smiling Making the stars fall right

I've been running through the jungle To get to you, to get to you I've been running with the wolves I've been down the darkest alleys Saw the dark side of the moon I've looked for love in every stranger Took too much to ease the anger All for you, yeah,

The night is black, without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill Features distorted in the flickering light Faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons

Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain