Come and lay your head upon
this pillow from the moon
dreams will be here soon.
Trees are scarce and cities vast
this page of history cannot last too long

So lay your body down beneath
this blanket from the stars
remember who we are
like two puppets on a string
our bones will dance
our spirits sing tonight.

So come and lay your head upon
this pillow from the moon
Dreams will be here soon.
America where are you now
please rise up from your sleep somehow
the dream has left without a trace
as all these flags fly in our face
tonight.

Strange songs from another star
right thru the strings of my guitar tonight.