Under a blue sky

I stand under the moon
Where the umbrella man
Holds up the blue blue sky
With little moth holes for stars
A old handless pan for the moon
I stand under the moon
Where the umbrella man
Holds up the blue blue sky.

The stars shine, bright, fine
Where I drink the moonlight
The stars shine bright, fine
Where my soul rests tonight
For I stand under the moon
Where the umbrella man
Holds up the blue blue sky

The pathway is closed
The stairway to fish to the sky
Is the only given choice
Should I stand drinking the moonlight?
Should I touch the hollow inside?
For I stand under the moon
Where the umbrella man
Holds up the blue blue sky…