Moonchild - Karen Matheson

The candy planets cannot close your eyes

They cannot hold you, rhinestone lullabies

That cradle and croon babes in their beds

They cannot hush the hornets in your head

Moonchild, moonchild

Like Billy Pilgrim unstuck in time

Fiddle in your hand, climbing down the vine

What cannot be owned must be condemned

They think you’ve got something belonging to them

Moonchild, high on high

Moonchild, born to make your mother cry

Moonchild, howling all night to the moonchild

The sky is falling, have you had enough?

Leave your bones to the dogs of love

Take your place with the clowns and the saints

Biting on the bridle beneath the greasepaint

Moonchild, high on high

Moonchild, born to make your mother cry

Moonchild, howling all night to the moonchild…