MOON RIDER -- American Horse Band
(music and lyrics by George Garcia)

Moonlight comes in through my window.
I try to grab it in my hand.
My spirit's screaming for it's freedom.
The kind that no one understands.

Hey, Mama, don't try to hold me.
You might just get dragged away.
I know a million times they've told me.
Life is just a one act play.

And through a hole I'm falling,
Falling down to God knows where.
I hear a distant voice a' calling.
I turn to look, but no one's there.

Hey. Mama, I think I'm dying,
A little bit at a time.
Or maybe I'm just flying,
In this muddled state of mind.

Moonlight is on my shoulder.
A star is dancing in my hair,
But the world below 's a little colder.
There ain't no real life anywhere.

Hey, Mama, the world is ailing.
It's got a cancer on its skin.
And everything we do is failing.
The line is getting pretty thin.