Letras: Masters of Reality. The Moon in Your Pocket.

When the moon falls right out of your pocket
When a dime won't buy time of the day
You can push you can pull you can knock it
Let the tide take your troubles away

When you're pulled by the tide of the morning
When your eyes slowly drifted away
There's a hand and it's out there before me
Listen hard for the pound of the waves

Listen hard for the pound of the waves

When you're pulled by the tide of the morning
When your eyes slowly drifted away
There's a hand and it's out there before me
Listen hard for the pound of the waves


Listen hard for the pund of the waves

Waves
Waves
Waves

When the moon falls right out of your pocket
When a dime won't buy time of the day
You can push you can pull you can knock it
Let the tide take your troubles away

Let the tide take your troubles away