At War With the Moon

I stand alone, outside your window

I stand alone, are you there?

Are you dreaming, do you care?

I stand alone, under your window

I stand alone, are you there?

Are you dreaming, do you care?

I'm not asking you to make a choice

Just decide your self just what is real

And decide yourself what makes you happy

And decide yourself just how to feel

And your days bring harder ways

And you nights bring harder days

Can't you see what I'm going through,

I'm at war with the moon.

Here in the road, this all makes sense

Here in the road, past and perfect tense

I know now what I need.

Will you carry me through the land

Will you carry me through the sand

Just like Jesus in that poem, footprints

I'm not asking you to make a choice

Just decide your self just what is real

And decide yourself what makes you happy

And decide yourself just how to feel

And your days bring harder ways

And you nights bring harder days

Can't you see what I'm going through,

I'm at war with the moon.