Barks in the dark of a summertime sight Oh, what a silver moon Fist full of figs, and a rusty flashlight Just dippin' along like a broken down kite Hey, oh, what a silver moon Sings by the light of her room And the song is the shape of a strange balloon Ooooooon..., silver moon Empty the rag from a dirty glass jar Oh, what a silver moon We sit for a bit in a battle-cracked car While her ice prob'ly was a single bad star Oh, what a silver moon Her father would be coming soon And his hand swiftly split the clasp in two Oooooooh..., silver moon Oooooooh..., silver moon We walk through the park in a summertime storm Strangely amazed and a little bit warm Fresh from the flash of a threshing room floor Oh, what a silver moon Her father would be coming soon And the song is the shape of a strange balloon Oooooooh..., silver moon Oooooooh..., silver moon Oooooooh..., silver moon Silver moon My silver moon Silver moon