Looking For The Moon

Now my voice sounds strange My clothes don't fit, I'm out of range Graces cannot hide The man askew or the soul awry I was afraid of what I wanted What to do when I got it Who am I to fight it I was afraid of what I wanted What to do when I got it Who am I to fight it Cause you'll never see that good sun rising If you're looking for the moon Cobbled streets at night I stomp and grind, my soul alight Need is my excuse, but this greed it is a figure eight An endless pursuit I was afraid of what I wanted What to do when I got it Who am I to fight it I was afraid of what I wanted What to do when I got it Who am I to fight it Cause you'll never see that good sun rising If you're looking for the moon For the moon For the moon For the moon Cause you'll never see that good sun rising If you're looking for the moon