Everyone’s Gone to the Moon
Stephen Bishop
Streets full of people
All alone
Rules full of houses
Never home
Church full of singing
Out of tune
Everyone’s gone to the moon
Eye’s full of sorrow
Never wet
Hands full of money
Only in debt
Sun coming out til middle of June
Everyone’s gone to the moon
Cars full of motors
Painted green
Mouths full of chocolate
Covered green
Arms that can only
Lift a spoon
Everyone’s gone to the moon
Everyone’s gone to the moon
Everyone’s gone to the moon