At The Moonbase

I met her at the moonbase

We went for a passport picture

She told me how her dad died

She kept his bass in the basement

And her friends at the bar were all drunk with compassion

She shrunk when they wrapped arms around and slapped hands to bare shoulder blades

Prayed some pedestrian gravity might pull hard at the end of her cigarette

It was awkward in the car; it was easy in the bathroom

It was true love in Denver; we were licking up the crumbs

We were terrible dealers peddling head for favors

In the pre-dawn blue forever

Ah, ah

Ah

Ah, ah

She was a big red bike and a lace-white dress

And black canvas boots laced to the last eyelet

On Columbus Boulevard

With little brown spots of spent rain swept up from the bright, black street

There were books on tray tables in airliner cabins

Platitudes spilled onto petulant napkins

All piled with good luck under an old truck-stop sign

Where I caught a glimpse of your spirit through mine

Where I caught a glimpse of your spirit through mine

All piled with good luck under an old truck-stop sign

Where I caught a glimpse of your spirit through mine

Ah, ah

Ooh, ooh

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ooh, ooh

Ah, ah