Hey, the moon has turned. Tipped his head with one concern He's yawning for sleep From sunshine he sneaks A day has passed, since his shadow cast away from you and me. He's bright from the day Across the way, that shines on the other sea. Hey Mr Moonman, why did you leave? You're always facing me, lighting up the sky So, the night has come Where's the man we're running from At night time he speaks He's yawning for sleep Well I'm impressed with his presence Once again he's on the scene He might be afraid of being late Or lost behind a cloudy dream.