A drunkard on the bench
Past 2 in the night
A solitary street lamp blinks
The man sleeps without light
Dreams of what he's never had
As the sun rises slow
A young boy comes and asks as he wakes
"mister, where does the moon go?"
In this world of mystery
In this world of cold
In this world of winter
I never want to go
A duck in the snow
Afternoon sun
A long shadow forms overhead
She issues her children to run
The sun begins to go
And the moon appears in the sky
A soul missing, maybe more
Nothing matters, why ever try
In this world of mystery
In this world of cold
In this world of winter
I never want to go