It's Lonely on the Moon

It’s Lonely on the Moon ©2020 words and music Jeff Cole

A nostalgic memory of youth in the 70’s suburban bliss.

Swimming in our giant pool
made of aluminum.
to be that cool
to know again

You’ll never see a bluer sky
or smell a greener lawn
to wonder why
of better times than those
my friend

It’s lonely on the moon…..she said

Pointing random telescopes
out into the night
distant hope
of other life

Melting ice cream sandwiches
dripping to the ground
passing sweetness
it never makes a sound
my friend

It’s lonely on the moon……she said

We are headed towards the end
it’s just up around the bend
hear the gravel of the drive
there’s no traffic out today
‘cause it’s Sunday anyway
tell Aunt Jenna we said, “ Bye !”

Swinging screen doors violently
from the coming storm
“that was close !”
she smiles and says in our
wet clothes

It’s lonely on the moon…….she said