The Microphones - Karl Blau lyrics

Blue moon Waded out past the wave swells Where we all floated helpless And he told us to stop treading water He sang about the sand Where we could all touch our feet down He held out his hand With his tipped back he sang loud But we didn't listen, he swam off alone Long live his words, all caught up on his own He said, "Someday the moon will reach out to the sun But for now, it must drift along" But for now, he drifts along