I have seen the wicked world
with wonder and delight;
a lasso of dreams hurled
into the deep of night.
I have set the firestorms
that long consumed the dawn
of all the hopes shattered, torn,
there is one that has not gone.
Hitched within the honda
of my lariat spun of fantasy,
I hoped to trap the moon within a
jar to give to thee.
But as I toil, tie off and pull
and sweat the nights away
my mind shouts that I’m a fool,
but my heart says “That’s okay.”
And so I’ve caught the moon for you
above the fires bright,
and of all the things that can be true
I can share this one white light.
As I have seen the wicked world,
worn and draped in ashes thick
I have caught this orb, a pearl,
so hasten to me, quick.
Together with our strength combined,
with rope and hands and hearts
we can reel this Cosmic line
and make a brand new start.