Red Moon

Red moon is rising like a fire in me
So many questions, she asks them all to me
I have to answer most curiously
Scarlet angel, I am too small to see
Earner, shuffle round the big city
Burning her rubber down, crossing the hot concrete
I'm gonna leave town, there is someone to meet
She turns her head around a full three-sixty

Red room, rising from an old growth tree
They got the saw mill, cut her the twelve-inch beast
Building up the pattern, the reservoir to fill your dreams
Rings like Saturn telling their old story
Windmills turn and turn eternally
What do you yearn for? Where do you long to be?
I've been here before, looking at the wild country
Open the screen door, talking with Diane Lee
That's my grandma!

Radio singing from the corner of the kitchen
I got the oven on, I got the onions wishing
They had made me cry, filling the sink with dishes
Letting them air dry, waiting for the wind's permission
Too many movies got me shivering and shy
Turning the lights out, pissing in the owl's eye
Shimmer like lightning under the violet sky
Glimmer like diamonds watching the red moon rise