Flying down from San Francisco
Greasy plane unfriendly skies
Sunrise as our eyes are failing
Peeling back your thin disguise

Floating down the Hollywood Freeway
Gripping steering wheel so tight
Arms so long and head so distant
Streaming through the blackest light

I see your ghost in face of the moon
Waxing and waning so confused
I see the shadow of your face at my door
You stole the face in the moon

From the freeway to the skies
You get your way w/ a thousand lies
An ugly life that looks so pretty
Stealing through this tin can city

I see your ghost in face of the moon
Waxing and waning so confused
I see the shadow of your face at my door
You stole the face in the moon
You stole the face in the moon"