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