Who Hung the Moon

She walks out with the wind The psilocybin it starts to kick in She gives it away with a glance and a grin Before she leaves the room I am young as a child Resting my head on the pillow I smile Lost in the moment I hold it a while Before she's gone too soon Staring at stars and trying my hand Thinking the thoughts of a useless man Young and wild and growing old too soon And asking the questions like Who Hung The Moon Under a blanket of infinite time Drunk on the air and the taste of the wine Young and wild and growing old too soon And asking the questions like Who Hung the Moon