T ight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shif t
M ake the cement stroll
C atch the midnight drift
C igar chewing Charlie
I n the newspaper nest
G rifting hot-horse tips
O n who's running the bes t
A nd I'm blinded by the neon
D on't try and change my tune
C ause I thought I heard a saxophone
I 'm drunk on the moon
And the moon's a silver slipper, it's pouring champagne stars
And Broadway's like a serpent pulling shiny top-down cars
Larimer is teeming with that undulated beat
As some Bonneville is screaming its way wildly down the street
And I'm blinded by the neon
Don't try and change my tune
I thought I heard a saxophone
I'm drunk on the moon
Hearts flutter and race, the moon's on the wane
Tarts mutter their dream hopes the night will ordain
Come schemers and dancers, cherry delight
As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound, and it cuts through the night