Waltz Of The Crazy Moon - John Stewart

Diva morning and the new moon rising

Who will take the silver spoon?

Honey thighs on satin lying

In the light of the crazy moon

Oranges soaked in their own juices

Licking lips of voices sung

Magic trips on velvet cruises

Sainted slaves of our own tongues

Strangers who meet by chance

Eyes across the room

Remain the prisoners of the dance

And the waltz of the crazy moon

Inner thighs and magic angels

Looking out on Harvard Square

Penny wise the pale white strangers

Were the only faces there

Lay me down in blond warm shadows

Speak to me of golden pond

Torture me slow blue tangos

Even when the thrill is gone

Strangers who meet by chance

Eyes across the room

Remain the prisoners of the dance

And the waltz of the crazy moon

Connection made

The feel of shoulders

The smell of honey, salt and tears

Blinded by a flash of lightning

A moment or a million years

Strangers who meet by chance

Eyes across the room

Remain the prisoners of the dance

And the waltz of the crazy moon