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