So what, you think this is usual?

Strange moon, strange landStrange man

Hold your hands tightly horses

Hold them, hold them kindly

Man

Low red moon

I′ll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another

I look up and I see

The raising of an old hope

Brave and tattered

A shinning night with shinning eyes

That shines around me brightly

So now I say, "This is beautiful"

I think you are

Strange

Low red moon

I'll paint you

Sleep like a baby

Sleep like a baby

And you shine so different on another

You shine different on another

Strange moon, strange land

Strange

Moon, you made me cry when I was young

And I was young

Now I′ve got strong arms

Strong arms from the spinning God

And I say, "He belongs to me

He belongs to me

He's a human, bed of roses"