Silver Moon - Blitzen Trapper

Barks in the dark of a summertime sight

Oh, what a silver moon

Fist full of figs, and a rusty flashlight

Just dippin’along like a broken down kite

Hey, oh, what a silver moon

Sings by the light of her room

And the song is the shape of a strange balloon

Ooooooon…, silver moon

Empty the rag from a dirty glass jar

Oh, what a silver moon

We sit for a bit in a battle-cracked car

While her ice prob’ly was a single bad star

Oh, what a silver moon

Her father would be coming soon

And his hand swiftly split the clasp in two

Oooooooh…, silver moon

Oooooooh…, silver moon

We walk through the park in a summertime storm

Strangely amazed and a little bit warm

Fresh from the flash of a threshing room floor

Oh, what a silver moon

Her father would be coming soon

And the song is the shape of a strange balloon

Oooooooh…, silver moon

Oooooooh…, silver moon

Oooooooh…, silver moon

Silver moon

My silver moon

Silver moon