MOG

Tarts mutter their dream, hopes the night will ordain
Don't try and change my tune
I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon
Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat
Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best
And the moon's a silver slipper, it's pouring champagne stars
And I've hocked all my yesterdays
And I'm blinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune

Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest

Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight
And some Bonneville is screaming its way wilder down the street
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound and it cuts through the night
And I'm blinded by the neon
Broadway's like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars

Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane
I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon
'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

Don't try and change my tune