The politicians on the Hill
Sharpen their tongues and their sound-bite skills
While they're circling in for the kill
Of taste and decency
Uptown the ravers they heave and sway
Doing their best to dance it away
Before bright lights surrender to the day
And they taste fragility
Above us the moon is still whistling a tune
And defying gravity
This is the song I would sing to you
If you were here with me
Down the street a baby screams
While her daddy's trapped in tractor beams
I sure hope it isn't what it seems
'Cause where would I begin?
And the old man that lives just a floor below
Is passed out in a microwave glow
There's so much about him I wish I didn't know
But these walls are just too thin
In a room a lover with a wandering eye
Still getting used to hearing goodbye and
Carves a simple lullaby
Meant to lean against the heart
The tempest the teapot the field or the plow
The break of a wave or the break of a vow
We can Balme these or claim these but all we have is right now
So what better place to start
Above us the moon is still whistling a tune
And defying gravity
This is the song I would sing to you
If you were here with me