The Moon
The White Buffalo
Thought I did but then I dont feel much anymore
The string between bad and good is a little misunderstood
Oh and then it turns to doubt, and then you kick and sceam and cast me out
And all that I know is true is I'm hollow as the ocean's blue
Lonely Days I await you
Shadows and graves Ill be visitng soon
Will I ever
Will I ever see the moon again
Tossed and turned can't figure out if humans have all rung down
Where there going I dont know for sure, but they, they hide and hide and hide
Who will know when they return as they've, they've all turned to ash and burned
Well at a road side at night I think that my love's run out
Lonely Days I await you
Shadows and graves Ill be visitng soon
Will I ever
Will I ever see the moon again