The Sad Milkman

Above the dark highways on a black tar roof
 Stood the sad milkman in love with the moon
 She filled up his window with soft milky light
 'Til he crawled up the chimney and into the night
 But the moon, she rises and the moon, she falls
 And her slow white eye sees nothing at all
 But down on the sidewalks a crowd gathered 'round
 They were throwing up bricks and bottles to knock the boy down
 He stood up above them with his hands in the air
 Calling up to the moonbeams, come let down your hair
 But the moon, she rises (the moon, she rises)
 And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
 And her slow white eye (her slow white eye)
 Sees nothing at all
 Well, he wanted to feel like a bucket of milk
 Or sweet summer wind on rolling green hills
 He wanted to climb up from the roof sailing up
 Upon the night wind to the arms of the moon
 But the moon, she rises (the moon, she rises)
 And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
 And her slow white eye (her slow white eye)
 Sees nothing at all (sees nothing at all)
 Yes, the moon she rises (the moon, she rises)
 And the moon, she falls (the moon, she falls)
 And her slow white eye sees nothing at all