The Power of the Moon

Who am I to say things may not all be what they seem?

And how can I disturb the facts of life?

And who am I to speak about the fabric of a dream?

And who's to say that dreams cannot be right?

It's the power of the moon

The power

Who am I to talk about the lunacy at hand?

Burnishing the madness in my head

And who am I to mention that before it all began

Everything I heard was never said at all?

It's the power of the moon

The power

Ah, it's a green balloon that travels so benign

On a path that goes along the shoreline

Ah, it's a green balloon that travels so benign

It's the only thing that's keeping me in line

Oh, the tides will rise and then they fall on time

And everything on earth begins to rhyme