Smog Moon - Matthew Sweet

There’s a smog moon, in the amber sky, wavering and burning like a golden lie.

I fell so far, I didn’t think I’d make it back

We are all made, as an afterthought,

Destined to believe that we are what we are not

I’m afraid, but I don’t need to tell you that

There’s a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like

There’s a lost man, with a bitter soul, Only for a moment,

Did life make him whole

And while he was, he thought he was invincible

There’s a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

They’re not your words, but you’re reciting the lines

You don’t mean a thing, but you exist in their minds

How does it feel, when they have turned out the lights?

'Cause you know they sooner would get rid of you, than fight.

And the dark night, has the strongest pull

We both know that staying young, can take its toll

Are you afraid of finding out you’re over that

There’s a smog moon coming I can always feel it The cartoon trees cannot conceal it When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white

When it’s high up in the sky, it almost looks like

Missy (MookynTay3@aol.com)