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Can you hear him whistling, a little tune
It's about him trying, to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon
You can't hear what they say
Don't know what they want
So he runs away
Cause he fears the gun
He waited in vain, it was something the'd done
He don't know what it is, but he knows he's alone
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in their bonds
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money on the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put their trust in the guitar
Killing has no reason, killing has no soul
Killing has no right, killing has no goal
You might think it's easy, to cross into his mind
But his life is real now, like the picture in his eyes
Catch the moon
It's about him trying, to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon
You can't hear what they say
Don't know what they want
So he runs away
Cause he fears the gun
He waited in vain, it was something the'd done
He don't know what it is, but he knows he's alone
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in their bonds
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money on the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put their trust in the guitar
Killing has no reason, killing has no soul
Killing has no right, killing has no goal
You might think it's easy, to cross into his mind
But his life is real now, like the picture in his eyes
Catch the moon