text: Who am I to say things may not all be what they seem?
  And how can I disturb the facts of life?
  And who am I to speak about the fabric of a dream?
  And whos to say that dreams cannot be right?
  Its the power of the moon
  The power
  Who am I to talk about the lunacy at hand?
  Burnishing the madness in my head
  And who am I to mention that before it all began
  Everything I heard was never said at all?
  Its the power of the moon
  The power
  Ah, its a green balloon that travels so benign
  On a path that goes along the shoreline
  Ah, its a green balloon that travels so benign
  Its the only thing thats keeping me in line
  Oh, the tides will rise and then they fall on time
  And everything on earth begins to rhyme