Lost in a lullaby. Side of the road. Melt in a memory. Slide in a solitude. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Am I going anywhere. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Chorus. I blow you a kiss. It should reach you tomorrow. As it flies from the other side of the world. From my room in my fugitive motel. Somewhere in the dust bowl. It flies from the other side of the world. 'I'm tired' I said. 'You always look tired' she said. 'I'm admired' I said. 'You always look tired' she said. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Am I going anywhere. Not 'til I can read by the moon. Curtains stay closed. But everyone knows. You hear through the walls in this place. Cigarette holes for every lost soul. To give up the ghost in this place. Give me strength.