Woman humming traces of some long forgotten tune
I remeber hearing softly when you rock me in my room
A song about a man who gave a picnic on the Moon
Eating green cheese with his fingers cause he didn't have a spoon

And radio romances fill your moments when he died
He went to heaven
And you waited till I slept to cry

Old woman humming traces of some long forgotten tune
While business and women had me reaching for the Moon
Silent mind recalls me as a very tiny boy
Pounding his piano like a music making toy

Dusty books and long love letters, buried in her room
I didn't want a part of all that photo album gloom
So I never wrote a Christmas card, the postman passed her by
It never mattered to me that she waited till I slept to cry

Old woman humming traces of some long forgotten tune
Rock me in my crado sing me softly in my room
Sing about a man who gave a picnic on the Moon
And he never stopped to thank you for the love he left so soon

The traces of a long forgotten tune you left behind
Make years of my triumphs 'cause I waited till you slept to cry