Renee, make a promise to me
Let your hair grow to your knees
And I will not be far, you'll not be in harm's way,
Renee.
The stragglers bring mud to your door
And trouble for all those who mourn
but do not answer it, stay inside and leave the lights unlit
And night and day I watch you hide away, Renee.
Interlude
Oh, the full moon
Can't afford the pull that's coming from the likes of you
And oh, to tell you
And I bet it said
"If it wasn't for me, the waves won't come"
High in its bed it goes
moving with your moving parts
And the hardest part is getting older
the hardest part is getting old
Renee, you've a way to row
Through a lake of fire and fog of cigarette smoke.
The dirt-eating moon, don't hurt her, be good.
Outro