Transistor Moon

Comin' through on the radio
Shaky voice I used to know
Maybe forgotten but not gone

In the bus on the overnight
Passenger under the reading light
Lonely tune under a transistor moon

Came and went like the childlike cruelty
Pushed away all the stunted memories
Why would you pull a stunt like that?

Peace, love, a piece of cake
Used to know when to give and take
I feel a fever comin' on

Who's the passenger behind the window?
Can't make the face out, the one I know
Watchin' the fields go by, reflect the moon
So young and serious, hear that lonesome tune
Deep in my memory I know the rider
Once sat in his seat, the mute outsider
Is he still on the bus? Is it the same night?
Same moon illuminates, same face beneath the light