On my way to the east Saw many signs I remembered things from before my time Yeah, before my time On my way to the west Surveyor lines Cross methods of love I could not define Yeah, so where would I find you? Don't understand Why you point your finger at the moon Oh, there's no jeweled sky to fly to No mythologies to guide you But if you want me to I'll come out To watch you point your finger at the moon On the trail of your ghost Uncertainty The world isn't small like it's supposed to be, Yeah, supposed to be. Still lost in your words, Obscurity, The world isn't mine like it's supposed to be Yeah, so maybe that's why We were stuck on what could be Pointing figures at the moon Oh, there's no jeweled sky to fly to No mythologies to guide you But if you want me to I'll come out To watch you point your finger at the moon.