Lunar Love
Not sure where I am
But look at you, crazy moon,
With you I’m not lost
I sit here jammin
I don’t know who’s couch this is
The dude on my left
Has eyeballs tattooed all black
At least they play good music
i know an old lady
who sits on a hill
she wanna get wavy
so she take a pill
this world is so crazy
but she’s rockin still
now her minds hazy
dancing at her own will
and at older than eighty
the old lady fell down the hill
bliss dissolves into the feeling
of spring in the air
weightless and floating
free of despair
going , not knowing
everything’s fair
no one’s unhappy
there’s glitter in the air