Red Moon
©
Author:
a medio camino
halfway to old chino
no one even knows I’m coming home

i’m driving through the night
and the sky is still quite bright
and I don’t really mind that I’m alone.

but as the pink fades to blue
my mind starts to fill with you
and with the stars in my eyes
it comes as no surprise... to the red moon

the soothing sounds of engines
created by the sentients
calms me right down into my core

for wayward are the wanderers
populating these vast boulevards
creating not a symphony but a drone

but as the pink fades to blue
my mind starts to fill with you
and with the stars in my eyes
it comes as no surprise... to the red moon