Get By

Will I get by With the minister of the moon Bestowing emotion to the coyote's cry and the bird's chatter Will I get by I quake and stumble and swoon In the swell of the sound and the mountains I thought the details wouldn't matter Will I get by mining the moondust Of the makers I have deified Could he get by With the soul of a Satyr Stuck in the confines of suburbia Will I get by Conflating the man and the music Suspended in euphoria Will I get by Mining the moondust Of the makers I have deified