I used to stare at the moon
I saw my name in the beautiful night air
I could paint the moon colors with a paintbrush
In my mind
I saw it all and understood this world
The sky seemed to sing
To me
To everyone
It didn't matter the song, just the melody of living
I used to stare at the moon
And think that God was staring back at me
The man in the moon with a wizened round face
Made of oh-so-blue cheese
Kindly concerned about the world and making everything work
Right
I used to stare at the moon, you know
I used to pray to the dazzling sky
Because everyone knows that's where God is
I was so sure I was heard
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'If there's one thing you should know, hate the devil, hate him so.'
Praying is sacred, as is the church
But does sacred mean real?
I still stare at the moon
But God seems so silent, so asleep
'Now I lay me down to sleep.'
I still pray, but I don't see my name in the sky and I can no longer paint the moon
I tearfully confess that I have sinned, oh how I have sinned against God, the maker, the old man in the sky
But I don't think that anyone is listening
All lines
Are currently down
God please wake up pick up the phone call me I'm ready to listen
I really want you to
I used to stare at the moon
I saw my name in the beautiful night air
I could paint the moon colors with a paintbrush
In my mind
I saw it all and understood this world
The sky seemed to sing
To me
To everyone
It didn't matter the song, just the melody of living
I used to stare at the moon
And think that God was staring back at me
The man in the moon with a wizened round face
Made of oh-so-blue cheese
Kindly concerned about the world and making everything work
Right
I used to stare at the moon, you know
I used to pray to the dazzling sky
Because everyone knows that's where God is
I was so sure I was heard
Security
'If there's one thing you should know, hate the devil, hate him so.'
Praying is sacred, as is the church
But does sacred mean real?
I still stare at the moon
But God seems so silent, so asleep
'Now I lay me down to sleep.'
I still pray, but I don't see my name in the sky and I can no longer paint the moon
I tearfully confess that I have sinned, oh how I have sinned against God, the maker, the old man in the sky
But I don't think that anyone is listening
All lines
Are currently down
God please wake up pick up the phone call me I'm ready to listen
I really want you to
I used to stare at the moon