Flying down from San Francisco
Greasy plane, unfriendly skies
Sunrise as our eyes are failing
Peeling back your thin disguise
Floating down the Hollywood Freeway
Gripping steering wheel so tight
Arms so long and head so distant
Streaming through the blackest light
But I see the ghost of your face in the moon
Waxing and waning, so confused
I see the shadow of your face at my door
You stole the face of the moon
You stole the face of the moon
From the freeway to the sky
You get your way with a thousand lies
An ugly life that seems so pretty
Stealing through this tin can city
But I see the ghost of your face in the moon
Waxing and waning, so confused
I see the shadow of your face at my door
You stole the face in the moon
You stole the face in the moon
