Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world,
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon,
Just to love and to be loved was all he wanted by the light of the lonely moon.
Oh, they taught him to capture and tame wild pathos,
Sold him distractions and made every day seem the same,
Caught the Holy Ghost lurking in his cellars and threw him out, leaving just a lonely name.
Soon they took everything that he lived for, so he asked them to please take his life too,
They denied him existence, but they let him live in a lonely room,
In a lonely room.
Oh, he would suckle at the bosom of Mother Earth, but his experience poisons that thought,
He falls prey somehow to the silence of the deep space dark of this lonely blue rock,
Of this lonely blue rock.
Now his path is lit only by the light of falling stars and the embers fall to scorch and cut his face,
He wants to believe in his unbelief in a lonely place,
But they buried his conscience near to the grave of God,
Sealed his soul up in a tomb of tears,
And they scattered his ashes east of Eden someplace, on a lonely breeze.
Oh, was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world,
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon,
Just to love and to be loved was all he needed by the light of the lonely moon,
By the light of the lonely moon.
