Supermoon moonshine
Moonlighting strangers
At the tavern courting danger
Big Sur trickster dosed your California wine
Tried so hard to walk the line
Then an angel helped you to your feet
Gazing up at the great green canopy
Nobody's laughing
Limbs all loose
Don't know what's going on
Maybe I'm a bit obtuse
In her vision
A sherpa with a steel guitar
Ballet dancers warming up at the bar
We woke quiet like two ghosts
Motored down the pacific coast
Kokopelli playing with the devil's design
Saturnalia in the supermoon moonshine
Supermoon moonshine