The Moon is Mine

No calls, no letters
 Just fireweeds and stinging nettles
 but the moon is mine
 Yeah, the moon is mine
 Bad news in the papers
 Bad news for this sinner's wages
 but the moon is mine
 Yeah, the moon is mine
 Skim a stone across the river
 Throw all my money in the wishing well
 I can't afford the cost of living
 if the price is living hell
 No-one to call me baby; no, no
 No valentines again
 but the moon is mine
 Yeah, the moon is mine
 No hook to hang my hat on
 No rooms for rent today
 but the moon is mine
 Yeah, the moon is mine
 Skim a stone across the river
 Throw all my money in a wishing well
 I can't afford the cost of living
 if the price is living hell
 I used to believe in a glittering prize
 but lately I've seen
 that that's just a pillow of lies
 And the moon is mine
 Yeah, the moon is mine
 That beautiful ball of cheese
 is my personal property
 The moon is mine
 The moon is mine
 Oh, the moon is mine
 The moon is... mine!