I've been thinking about the Man in the Moon
Sailing through his clouds
Like the Mona Lisa hung in the Louvre
Surrounded by her crowds
I watch all the people rushing by
Like they've got somewhere to go
I don't ask them why
I already know
I wander through these rooms
I don't make a sound
I can see that freight train coming
And I just want to make my father proud
After the leaves are done turning
And the last has begun to fall
You will find me by the fire
Telling stories about it all
I wander through these rooms
I don't make a sound
I can see that freight train coming
And I just want to make
I just want to make
I can see that freight train coming
And I just want to make my father proud