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10,000 Maniacs

Genres: Rock

Back O' The Moon Lyrics - 10,000 Maniacs

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide 

Below a second story room to whistle you down 

The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser 

He's got a silver coin only lets it shine for hours 

While you sleep it away 

 

There's one rare and odd style of living 

Part only known to the everybody Jenny 

A comical where's the end parade 

Of the sort people here would think unusual 

 

Jenny 

 

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea 

Far off we sail on to back o' the moon 

 

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the days I've tried 

Telling backyard tales so to maybe amuse 

Oh, your mood is never giddy if you smile, I'm delighted 

But you'd rather pout such a lazy child 

You dare fold your arms, tisk and say that I lie 

 

There's one rare and odd style of thinking 

Part only known to the everybody, Jenny 

The small step and giant leap takers 

Got the head start in the race toward it 

 

Jenny 

 

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea 

Far off we sail on to the back o' the moon 

 

That was a sigh but not meant to envy you 

When your age was mine, some things were sworn true 

Morning would come and calendar pages had 

New printed seasons on their opposite sides 

 

Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide 

Below a second story room to whistle you down 

Oh, the man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser 

He's got a silver coin, lets it shine for hours 

While you sleep it away 

 

There's one rare and odd style of living 

Part only known to the everybody Jenny 

Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys 

To push their flags into powdered soils and cry 

No second placers 

 

No smart looking geese in bonnets 

Dance with pigs in high button trousers 

No milk pail for the farmer's daughter 

No merry towns of sweet walled houses 

 

Here, I've found back o' the moon 

Not here, I've found back o' the moon 

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Copyright: Christian Burial Music

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