She was looking over my shoulder
Out of the window at the moon
As I watched her
There in the silver napkin dispenser to my right...her left...my right

And there was no one at the jukebox
When suddenly it turned on
And suddenly there was motown
The trumpets blow towards Jericho

They go, "No one knows how no one feels, I wonder why I bother."
Bah-bah-bah

Tonight the sky caught flower, it was damn near absurd
A wash of wasp and bob-white, moth and mockingbird
And in the blinding hindsight of the long dead starlight stood the unconnected dots of history, patron saints of luck and mystery
Unnerving coincidence of reoccurring fingerprints
White rose in an onion and an ocean in the oxygen
Muhammed, Kali, Buddha, Baby Jesus and the gang
The whole slipshod she-bang
Under this perfect awning, my pretty girl is yawning

"No one knows how no one feels, I wonder why I bother."
Bah-bah-bah

She said, "Look the sky is perfectly clear just there."
"Where there?"
"No, right here."
Finally feel I found it
Each star points to the five around it
And on and on and on and off
And on and on and on and on and off
And on and on and on and on and off and on and on
[No one knows how no one feels, I wonder why I bother]

She was looking over my shoulder
Out of the window at the moon