back o the moon — 10000 Maniacs

Music: Dennis Drew/Lyric: Natalie Merchant

Jenny

Jenny you don't know the nights i hide Below a second story room To whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Only lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away

There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody jenny A comical where's the end parade Of the sort people here would think unusual

Jenny

Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea Far off we sail on to back o' the moon

Jenny

Jenny you don't know the days i've tried Telling backyard tales So to maybe amuse O your mood is never giddy If you smile i'm delighted But you'd rather pout Such a lazy child You dare fold your arms Tisk and say that i lie

There's one rare and odd style of thinking Part only known to the everybody jenny The small step and giant leap takers Got the head start in the race toward it

Jenny

Tonight upon the mock brine of a luna sea Far off we sail on to the back o' the moon

That was a sigh But not meant to envy you When your age was mine Some things were sworn true Morning would come

And calendar pages had New printed seasons on Their opposite sides

Jenny

Jenny you don't know the nights i hide Below a second story room To whistle you down O the man who's let to divvy up Time is a miser He's got a silver coin Lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away

There's one rare and odd style of living

Part only known to the everybody jenny Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys To push their flags into powdered soils and cry No second placers

No smart looking geese in bonnets Dance with pigs in high button trousers No milk pail for the farmer's daughter No merry towns of sweet walled houses

Here i've found Back o' the moon Not here I've found Back o' the moon