Jesus Of The Moon

I stepped out of the St. James Hotel

I’d left y/ behind curled up like a child

well, a change is gonna come

& as the door whispered shut

I walked on down the high-windowed hall

y/ lay sleeping on the unmade bed

the weatherman on the television

in the St. James Hotel said

that the rains are gonna come

& I stepped out on the streets/ all sparkling clean

w/ the early morning dew

maybe it was y/ or maybe it was me?

y/ came on like a punch in the heart

y/ lying there w/ the light on yr hair

like a jesus of the moon

a jesus of the planets & the stars

well I kept thinking about what the weatherman said

& if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead

well the day is gonna come

when we find out & in some kinda way

I take a little comfort from that (now & then)

cause people often talk about being scared of change

but for me I’m more afraid of things staying the same

cause the game is never won

by standing in any one place for too long

maybe it was y/ or maybe it was me

but there was a chord in y/ I could not find to strike

y/ lying there w/ all the light in your hair

like a jesus of the moon

a jesus of the planets & the stars

I see the many girls walking down the empty streets

& maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me

y/ can’t blame anyone

for saying hello/ I say hey/ I say hello/ I say hello

will it be me or will it be y/?

one must stay & one must depart

y/ lying there in a St. James hotel bed

like a Jesus of the moon

a Jesus of the planets & the stars

I say hello/ hello/ hello