Truly, sweetheart, my head hangs like the willow It's all to do with the moon I've studied the lunar eclipses, I tell you They're rolling round too soon It's all to do with shifting apogees and The things out there that no one sees All the light threads woven over and through But nothing at all to do with you Truly, sweetheart, I'm awake until morning – It's all to do with the moon It's bright as the daylight and keeps me from dreaming And the sun is up all too soon It's all to do with tides and fluid things The magnetic pull on sinews' strings And the perilous tilt of the axis, too. But nothing at all to do with you. Truly, sweetheart, I am lingering, aimless – It's all to do with the moon I wander and linger and love it is blameless – It's silly stuff lovers croon It's all to do with weight and gravity And the dark side that we never see It's the synchronous orbit that blinds my view And nothing at all to do with you It's all in the moonshadow falling just there And nothing to do with the light woven in your hair Or the waltz steps imagined – one, two And nothing at all to do with you