For my first christmas on the moon
In my snow-white refurbished room
I got a chinese futon bed and brand new flatscreen set
And a map of the stars
I had a heavy teenage heart
While christmas-shopping in moon mart
I was 25 years old and the gravity was low
And it felt just like 16 while jumping‘

To the ceiling so high and the floodlights so bright
And the earth it hung low in the sky
I thought of the days I had a different face
And full moon would make me cry
But now I am
A moonboy with the face of a full grown moon man

Sometimes I met a wild moon cat
Who had been brought here as a pet
Had been abandoned long ago in the year of the great low
When everybody left their lives to go

Where the radio-waves grow the further they go
And the earth it hangs low in the sky
Where they can think of the times they had different minds
And full moon would make them cry
But now they are
Keeping their pets on a different star

The cat takes a nap on my old futon-bed
And the earth it hangs low in the sky
She dreams of the year me and her were new here
And both of us didn’t know why
And both of us didn’t know why
And both of us didn’t know why