moon lady

hey there little moon lady

we are all just waves passing our souls back and forth

And they say the ending is just a beginning but

the ending is really just honey dropping into a

hot cup of tea on a sunday afternoon

and you will taste it and not know a thing

keep singing,

my little moon lady,

keep laughing and turning and waxing and waning,

don’t be afraid to pass your soul to me when

it feels like an empty phone booth

I promise I’ll call at nine