From the recording Bungalows and Broken Hearts

Lyrics

My child of the moon, are you leaving too soon? You keep telling me you’ve got to get out of
here,
this house smells like sweat, a mortgage and regret, tomorrow’s dreams and yesterday’s beer.
Then go, leave your home forever. May you find for yourself what your fate will bring.
And while the world’s still spinning round keep going until you’ve found God, God in all things.
My child of the sun, what have you done, and what will become of you now?
They told you that what’s true depends on point of view and truth don’t seem to matter anyhow.
But the loser is the one who only wants to win, who smiles and says our souls are full of sin.
So while the world’s still spinning round keep going until you’ve found God, God in all things.
My child of the sky, how do I answer you why the men outside the Acme line up and wait?
They’re more hungry than they’re free, from some shithole country,
and like me, they hope they’re not too late.
But we’ve got hurricanes and flood, handguns and blood, Instagram queens and Facebook
kings.
So while the world’s still spinning round keep going until you’ve found God, God in all things.
So while the world’s still spinning round keep going until you’ve found God, God in all things.