Noirsville Tune of the Week

 Tom Waits      

"Drunk On The Moon"

Tight-slack clad girls on the graveyard shift

'Neath the cement stroll, catch the midnight drift

Cigar chewing Charlie in that newspaper nest

Grifting hot horse tips on who's running the best

And I'm blinded by the neon

Don't try and change my tune

Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon

And the moon's a silver slipper, it's pouring champagne stars

And Broadway's like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars

Laramer is teeming with that undulating beat

And some Bonneville is screaming, it's way wilder down the street

And I'm blinded by the neon

Don't try and change my tune

I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon

Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane

Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain

Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight

As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night

And I've hawked all my yesterdays

Don't try and change my tune

Cause I thought I heard a saxophone

I'm drunk on the moon