Stuck on the Moon - Ron Pope

Chewing my elbows and pacing, calling my cousin collect

If you wanna run with hyenas, might find yourself bit on the neck

I’ve touched some impossible beauty and woke up alone with the shakes

I know I don’t wanna die young, but growing old don’t seem so great

I’ve got a friend we call Michael, he wears uncomfortable shoes

Visits us all the way uptown, 'cause that’s what a good friend will do

Dominican girls float by laughin', trailin' perfume and Vidal Sassoon

I took a shot to end up with the stars and found myself stuck on the moon

Piled up dirty dishes in bedrooms, all those cigarettes we put out quick

Up on one hundred and forty ninth street, it’s been raining in starts and in

fits

I think I might go fishing with Charlie, come down like broken elevator shoes

You might think I’m an abomination, but I could say the same thing about you

I’ve got a friend we call Michael, he wears uncomfortable shoes

Visits us all the way uptown, 'cause that’s what a good friend’ll do

Dominican girls float by laughin', trailin' perfume and Vidal Sassoon

I took a shot to end up with the stars and found myself stuck on the moon

Yeah, I took a shot to end up with the stars and found myself stuck on the moon