The sun is setting as the day begins,
The moon is soaking up the light,
Don’t think about the world, just dream about the world to come.
Deep in the pocket of the night,
Change rattles, rumbles, and it bites.
Nothing is free, everyone is gone,
Just someone on the street corning singing…
Don’t throw it all away,
It’s just a game now, baby,
Moon and Mars are made of clay,
Another world, you know it’s waiting out there somewhere,
Kiss the sky and walk away.
Poets and politicians out to lunch,
Nobody wants to save the world,
Another day, another love song for the underfed.
There’s thieves in the marketplace of desire, wearing their crooked little smiles.
Invisible tears falling for your eyes,
And someone on the street corning singing…
Don’t throw it all away,
It’s just a game now, baby,
Moon and Mars are made of clay,
Another world, you know it’s waiting out there somewhere,
Kiss the sky and walk away…
With your open appetite,
Leave your souvenirs under the traffic light,
We can watch them float away, float away.
The politicians all have parachutes and all the poets carry guns,
Street corner singer gets run down before his song is done.
There’s thieves in the marketplace of desire, wearing their crooked little smiles.
Nothing is free, all your pocket change is gone,
And there’s a new guy on the street corning singing…
Don’t throw it all away,
It’s just a game now, baby,
Moon and Mars are made of clay,
Another world, you know it’s waiting out there somewhere,
Kiss the sky and walk away,
Don’t throw it all away,
There’s a moon and Mars now, baby,
Tomorrow we can watch them float away, float away.
