Man in the Moon

By Wes Davis (at age 17)

Caught in the mad rush of the afternoon,

You feel your spirit dying.

Evening compassion from the face of the moon;

Oddly, to him you are crying.

Never too late to be broken hearted

Yet justice you seek in vain.

All of the innocence now departed,

Open invitation to pain.

Chorus:

Cry to the man in the moon.

His appearance is never too soon.

You’re too far behind

To win the game in your mind;

Tell it to the man in the moon.

Again and again all the plans you make

won’t stop your soul from bleeding.

The fog in your brain that you just can’t shake

is a shroud for the heart that’s pleading.

Scream at the day for its haunting laughter;

Weep on the shoulder of night;

Happily ignorant ever after,

Society hides your plight.

Repeat chorus.

Bridge:

And your anger turns to sorrow

And is carried on the night wind

Sleep will bring you to tomorrow

So long

To the man

In the moon…

Until tonight.

Repeat chorus