It's awfully considerate of you
To think of me here
And I'm most obliged to you
For making it clear that I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big.
And I never knew the moon could be so blue.
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream?
And what exactly is a joke?