By Harry Nilsson
Have you ever watched A moonbeam
As it slither cross your window-Pane?
Or struggle with A bit of rain?
Or dance about the weathervane?
Or settle on A moving train and wonder where the train's been?
Or on A fence with bits of crap around it's bottom,
Blown there by windbeam?
Who searches for the moonbeam
Who was last seen looking after tracks of the careless windbeam?
Movin' to the tracks of the tireless freight train,
Then lighting up the site of the weathervane
And the bits of rain, and the window-Pane,
And the eyes of those who think they saw it happen.
Have you ever watched A moonbeam
As it slither cross your window-Pane?
Or struggle with A bit of rain?
Or dance about the weathervane?
Or settle on A moving train and wonder where the train's been?
Ah -
Ah -
Ah -
Looking after tracks of the careless windbeam?
Movin' to the tracks of the tireless freight train,
Then lighting up the site of the weathervane
And the bits of rain, and the window-Pane,
And the eyes of those who think they saw it happen.
