Catch the Moon

Can you hear him whistling, a little tune
It's about him trying to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father
He'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother
This afternoon

You can't hear what they say, he don't know what they want
But he runs away
Cause he fears the gun
He waited in wail
It was something they'd done
He don't know what it is
But he knows he's alone

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put their trust in their guitar

Killing has no reason
Killing has no soul
Killing has no rights
Killing has no goal
You might think it's easy
To cross into his mind
But his life is real now
Like the picture in his eyes

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put there trust in their guitar

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in a bomb

Some put their trust in their mum
Some put their trust in politicians
Some put their trust in a band
Some put their gun to their heads
Some put their trust in the dead

Some put their trust in a God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put there trust in their guitar
Can you hear him whistling
A little tune

It's about him trying
To catch the moon



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Morgan Andersson
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