The Moon Is Stone
P.F. Sloan
Everybody has many faces
Everybody has a different style
So forgive me if I don't recognize
The one you're wearing now
You know, my head is like a jungle
My heart's flyin' like a train
If you stick to simple civilized time
It's no wonder that you feel
Confusion in my brain
See the moon is stone
Yeah, the moon is stone
Everybody loves a dreamer
A schemer, football players, ballerinas
What I am
Is what you see me to be
Oh baby, my head feels like a jungle
I don't know how I can explain
In these slick and civilized times
The world's too strange
And got no one to blame
The moon is stone
The moon is stone
The moon is stone
The moon is stone
The moon is stone