Jeremy Fisher Living On The Moon Lyrics

Living On The Moon Lyrics

Gotta be a better way, somewhere out there

Gotta be something else

Grandpa would stare out into thin air

Just trying to figure it out



The porch light flickers, moths and mosquitoes

Screen door speaks to the breeze

Me and my sister up, talking to Jesus

Hands folded, down on our knees



Dear papa, what would we do?

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw

Try to feel somewhere to muse



White noise and rabbit ears, tuned into all your fears

Every night it's the same

Daddy sits in his chair, mama wears rubber gloves

She got a dishpan drain



Grandpa smokes a cigarette

It's just for him not for kids

Watch from the windowsill as smoke dances upward

A ghost in the darkness, white out perfectly still



Dear papa, what would we do?

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw

Try to feel somewhere to muse



Out in the shed after midnights in bed, the real hard work begins

Grandpa tinkers with a rocket he built from a fifty four rambler with fins

He says, you and your sister can escape this misery

C'mon child climb on in



Dear papa, what would we do?

Living upon that moon, shoot at the stars

Build motels and bars and try to find someone to screw

Try to feel somewhere to muse