Power of the Moon

I′ve got a very strange feeling

Train goes by upside-down in a puddle
And I’m feeling a little ill
What′s my problem? I think I see a promise from God
In a rainbow on an oil spill
It’s just a light from above making patterns
In some wasted human fuel
So why go looking for an infinite mercy
Like you’re digging through shit for a jewel?

But I guess we all have our moments
When we find logic constraining
We take the frame from the painting
And let the colors bleed out into the room
But once the colors are running
You can′t turn nothing back into something
You′ve lost your warm, sunny picture
And now you live under the power of the moon

I’ve got a very strange feeling
I′ve got a very strange feeling
(Oh-oh) oh, yeah
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on

3 a.m, kicking trash down the gutter
On the boulevard of broken brains
What’s the blues but a lust for affection
Plus the sound of the whistle on a far-off train?
The human mind is a maze in the hedges
On the lawn of a distant king
You catch a glimpse of a great golden doorway
Once or twice in a lifetime of wandering

(I′ve got a very strange feeling) ooh
Oh, you catch a glimpse
Yeah, but some of us don’t forget it
The memory gets embedded
We chase the shine of a doorway
We′re not even sure we really saw
Yeah, and then the moon keeps appearing
The headlight on the train we’ve been hearing
Yeah, we’re on the track of something
And it′s gonna run into us soon
Under the power of the moon

Under the power of the moon
(I′ve got a very strange feeling)
Under the power of the moon
Under the, under the
(I’ve got a very strange feeling)
Under the power of the moon
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah