Train goes by upside-down in a puddle and I'm feeling a little ill
What's my problem, I think I see a promise from God in a rainbow on an oil spill
It's just a light from above making patterns in some wasted human fuel
So why go looking for an infinite mercy like you're digging through shit for a jewel?
But I guess we all have our moments
When we find logic constraining
We take the frame from the painting
And let the colors bleed out into the room
But once the colors are running
You can't turn nothing back into something
You've lost your warm sunny picture
And now you live under the power of the moon
3am, kicking trash down the gutter on the boulevard of broken brains
What's the blues but a lust for affection plus the sound of the whistle on a far-off train?
The human mind is a maze in the hedges on the lawn of a distant king
You catch a glimpse of a great golden doorway once or twice in a lifetime of wandering
Oh, you catch a glimpse
But some of us don't forget it
The memory gets embedded
We chase the shine of a doorway
We're not even sure we really saw
Yeah, and then the moon keeps appearing
The headlight on the train we've been hearing
Yeah, we're on the track of something
And it's gonna run into us soon
Under the power of the moon
Under the power of the moon
Under the power of the moon
Under the
Under the
Under the power of the moon
Under the power of the moon
Yeah, yeah
