Drunk On The Moon

Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift Neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing Charlie In the newspaperness Grifting hot-horse tips On who's running the best [Chorus] And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It's way wilder down the street [Chorus] Hearts flutter and race The moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes The night will ordain Come schemers and dancers Cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound And it cuts through the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon --- Drunk on the Moon - Tom Waits