Half-moon is keeping my time,   I'm halfway out of my mind.   I called you to tell you to sleep,    called me mom, I said that's me.      'Cause I gave birth to your sheep last night,   took pictures in case of fight.   I couldn't've proved to you it's true,   I have my herd to follow you to the half-moon.       To the half-moon, sun in the sky,   where the sidewalk is a purple light.   Sneakers that are overused,   I'm telling bad jokes and spreading good news.      To the big bears living in the woods,   they'll be there to collect the goods.   Better times and cooler places,   the pool table is making faces at the half-moon.      At the half-moon, and it's for the night,   your cigarette is drawing lines,   and the animals connect the dots,   with cooly dreams and drunken thoughts.      At the half-moon, your eyes lights are out   and no one dares to shout   at the baby bird who flutters by   with just one wing he'll make you cry at the half-moon.      At the half-moon with the daylight fades   and the headlights drive away.   But in the park, the place stays dark,   hear him howl, hear him bark      At the half-moon, and I cannot see.   At the half-moon, and I cannot breathe.   The writing that's on the wall,   it says I tried and I let him fall at the half-moon.      And animals are pretty too,   they'll fuck you up like people do.