Can you feel the call of the moon? Getting lost in his mysterious ways. Hiding behind the daze of the clouds, refusing to let his rays beem down. Selfish in a way, is he. Can you feel the pull of your gaze? Demanding the attention of your soul. The becon of the night. Lucious an full he can't wait. When morning comes it'll be to late. Can you see him? Humble in his glory. If you listen he's telling a story. A story yet to be deciphered. A story yet to be known. Still, on he sings, using the wind, the trees, and the rain. The moon is calling. Desperate to be heard. You can feel it in every miss-taken word. Lonely and sad. Sorrow, but he continues on. Repeating every note of a forgotten song. The moon is calling. He's calling to you.