Title: The Man Behind the Moon [Verse 1] Yesterday I met a man Standing on a painted cloud, Wearing shoes of silver sand, Laughing much too soft, too loud. He handed me a paper key, Said, “You’ll need this by and by. There’s a door behind the morning, Hidden somewhere in the sky.” So I climbed a staircase made of sound, Past the bells and passing planes, Where every thought became a colour And every colour spoke my name. [Chorus] Take me to the man behind the moon, The one who sings to flowers in the afternoon. He knows where all the lost dreams go, And why the river teaches stones to flow. Take me to the man behind the moon, Before the daylight fades too soon. [Verse 2] I found him in a garden Where the shadows grew like trees, Butterflies were playing violins To a choir of honeybees. The clouds were hanging upside down, The birds were swimming through the air. Every leaf contained a story, Every story led somewhere. A thousand clocks were melting slowly On a field of tangerine, While children chased electric dragons Through a forest made of green. [Chorus] Take me to the man behind the moon, The one who sings to flowers in the afternoon. He knows where all the lost dreams go, And why the river teaches stones to flow. Take me to the man behind the moon, Before the daylight fades too soon. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Round and round the carousel spins, Nobody knows where it begins. Up and down the painted tide, There’s another world on the other side. Close your eyes and count to ten, The stars may rearrange again. Every answer that you seek Is hiding where the colours meet. [Verse 3] When I woke the morning after, The sky was ordinary blue. But the paper key was in my hand, And somehow I knew. There’s a doorway in the silence, A path beneath the everyday, And if you listen very closely, You can hear the moonlight play. [Final Chorus] Take me to the man behind the moon, The one who sings to flowers in the afternoon. He knows where all the lost dreams go, And why the river teaches stones to flow. Take me to the man behind the moon, Before the daylight fades too soon. [Outro] La la la… the colours drift away, La la la… but they’ll return someday. The man behind the moon still waits, Beyond the garden gates.
