Every night I walk three miles down the same road just because

And every night the moon comes out like clockwork

When the sky is purple and the lights in the city get bright

I like to think of how the moon is always there

And it's always going to come out at night

Even if nothing else is predictable, the moon always will be

I like to think of how the moon brings us all together

How many people have stared at it long before me

People far more important than I'll ever dream of being

People who lived long ago, generations ago

And how the moon is older even than them

The crescent moon is the moon of lullabies

The moon that wears a nightcap and is yellow in the navy sky

The gibbous moon is the opposite

Where the crescent part is cut out

The half moon looks like someone ripped it apart

And threw the other half to the other side of the world

Just to be pieced together again later, like a broken heart

When the full moon comes again

The full moon, the man in the moon

Who watches over the stars at night

And is watching me as I rush to get home

Because it's the moon's turn to be awake and my turn to say goodnight