Weak Moon

Under a weak moon, 
  The street lights 
  Paint tree shadows 
  On dinosaur asphault. 

  Turn on the high beams 
  When it gets too thick, 
  The phone lines cut clouds, 
  The trees, they need braces... 

  And wherever i sit down, 
  A parking meter springs up, 
  Earth is colddddddd 
  And it's almost juneee. 

  I've been shining 
  My shoulders 
  For the big game. 
  It's time, ohhhh my...