Sitting on the Moon

When the muse has flown off Tired and sick from a hungry moth That jabs at her light and eats at her cloth I just want to be sitting on the moon I just want to be sitting on the moon When the king starts to laugh Because fires have scorched the green green grass And bad news is the only thing that lasts I just want to be sitting on the moon I just want to be sitting on the moon Staring down at the fire and the rain Wondering if I will ever feel a change When the drink has caught my cup And it is pulling me down while it's telling me I'm going up Telling me that it's all just a game of luck I just want to be sitting on the moon I just want to be sitting on the moon I just want to be sitting on the moon Sitting on the moon