Karl Blau

Blue moon

Waded out past the waves 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"