It carries me, carries me
on and on.
A noir aura fills the night,
bringing peace to the Moon's people.
Phosphors bleed across the glass
and the engine hums its lullaby.
On and on
it carries me, carries me.
Leaves dance amidst the shroud,
street lamps singing the waltz
to children in backseats
and fathers behind wheels.
They hum, they hum
on and on.
Stars slumber away
behind dense clouds,
grateful for glowing fog
on Earth.
On and on
they hum, they hum.
I hum, too,
as I'm carried away
on and on and on.