Poor Moon
Poor Moon - Canned Heat
Written by：Alan Wilson
Ever since I was a kid
You sure looked good to me
Now Im a man full-grown and I
Know what I hate to see
Oh well
It might be tomorrow
Oh well
I just dont know
Oh well
It might take years
I wonder when theyre going to
Destroy your face
It may seem silly but I dont like
Whats been coming down
Cause youve been looking good too long
To change your color now
Oh well
They might test some bomb
Oh well
And scar your skin
Oh well
I dont think they care so
I wonder when theyre going to
Destroy your face
I hope I see you in the sky
At night when I get old
I hope youll look about the same
As when I was a boy
Oh well
It gets me to gasping
Oh well
When I think about
Oh well
What they might do
I wonder when theyre going to
Destroy your face
Well you sure look good
In the sky at night
And its sad to say
You wont shine so bright
Some day
When theyre through with you
I bet youve seen the cloud we make
That covers up our rain
I wonder if youll hide behind
A shroud like that some day
Oh well
Im worried about it
Oh well
It makes me sigh
Oh well
I just cant help it
I wonder when theyre going to
Destroy your face
Oh well
It might be tomorrow
Oh well
I just dont know
Oh well
It might take years
I wonder when they are going to