The Sad Milkman

Above the dark highway, on a black tar roof

Stood the sad milkman in love with the moon

She filled up his window with soft milky light

So he climbed up the chimney and into the night

But the moon, she rises

And the moon, she falls

And her slow white eye

Sees nothing at all

Down on the sidewalk, a crowd gathered 'round

Throwing up bricks and bottles to knock the boy down

He stood up above them with his hands in the air

Crying up to the moonbeams, come let down your hair

But the moon, she rises

And the moon, she falls

And her slow white eye

Sees nothing at all

He wanted to feel like a bucket of milk

Or sweet summer wind on rolling green hills

He wanted to fly up from the roof

Up through the night wind to the arms of the moon

But the moon, she rises

And the moon, she falls

And her slow white eye

Sees nothing at all

But the moon, she rises

And the moon, she falls

And her slow white eye

Sees nothing at all