The Sad Milkman

Above the dark highways on a black tar roof Stood the Sad Milkman in love with the moon She filled up his window with soft milky light 'Til he crawled up the chimney and into the night

But the moon she rises and the moon she falls And her slow white eye sees nothing at all

Down on the sidewalks a crowd gathered 'round Flinging up bricks and bottles to knock the boy down He stood up above them with his hands in the air Calling up to the moonbeams, "Come let down your hair!"

But the moon she rises and the moon she falls And her slow white eye sees nothing at all

He wanted to feel like a bucket of milk Or sweet summer wind on rolling green hills He wanted to fly up from the roof Sailing up from the night wind to the arms of the moon

But the moon she rises and the moon she falls And her slow white eye sees nothing at all But the moon she rises and the moon she falls And her slow white eye sees nothing at all