Lyrics
My briefcase full of blues is bursting at the seams
I'm burning all the bridges on the boulevard of broken dreams
The silver spoon in the golden sky makes a highway of light on the sea
I can bring you spices and fragrant leaves of tea
Fat fruit from the top of the tallest, farthest tree
When you wonder who will love you, it is I that shall be he
But I can never be happy, I can never be free
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
I'm gonna pull your constellation down on my graying head
And tear the shrieking springs right out of your bed
You've broken all my windows, but still you cannot see
That when the sun goes down, and the day will cease
And all the blinking stars, like captives, are released
Then whatever may come is whatever must be
But I can never be happy, I can never be free
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
While you're holding the moon over me
Over me
Over me
I can hold your hand with one hand tied behind my back
While the black and blue sky turns back to blue and black
I can pluck one more bottle from that old whiskey tree
I can see your heart through a hole in your frock
I reached for the stars and ha, came up with a rock
I can know who I am and not know who to be
But I can never be happy, I can never be free
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
I can never be happy, I can never be free
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
While you're holding the moon, holding the moon
Holding the moon over me
While you're holding the moon over me
Holding the moon
Over me
Over me