MOON THEORY

The stars begin to fall. Escape is on your bedroom wall -through your window a northern sky.

I wish I could fly, I'll take you to the moon where the sun can't shine through. We'll grow silver apples and golden pears. I know I see you there.

SUMMERTIME

One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing, then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky...