Turn around, you bastard moon You drunken night, with your slurred perfume I'm breathless in a shabby room I'm far away again When I'm gone, you never fret The kitchen's clean and the table's set Your dinner obligations met When I'm far away again I called you, it was your sundown A pack of boys in a party town You were roasted, shouldered, ribbed and crowned And I'm far away again The words all stick like hard goodbyes Then the strings come in, and the strings don't lie I write the saddest lullabies When I'm far away again Armored with a sense of scale A begging bowl and a wedding veil I soldier on, but I've left a trail I'm far away again So baby, won't you come to me The food is bad but the drinks are free And I'm everything you want from me I'm far away again