Now he's living on the moon
It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time
Scratching and a tapping to the man in the moon
Down among the fishes in an absence of sound
My daddy went away too soon
Send it scratching in this rented room
'Bout all the things that I've been taught
Hang on to me people, we're going down
It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind