Tuning the Moon

Tuning the Moon R Becker You have the eyes of Abraham That see promises That count stars We have decedants On the freeway They wait For God For hours They play Happily On beaches The teach what the Hidden teachers Teach You hear Sand pipers Prophecing Each to each I have footprints on my Memories Abraham had them, too They've left too many Marks on me They've left also Marks On you Our descendants Are defendants In the courtrooms Of the UN They bear bad news But they'll Be back again The United Nations Is a religion It's unlisted As is well known You can't find It Or get your dime back And you can't Get a dial tone Such nonsense Was told to Abraham Words of idols That have no eyes It's a religion that's Full of Indecision And Compromise I'll meet you In some sunset We'll meet up With The saints We'll paint On the parkway verses Verses made By the weather Faint Jewish holidays Are everywhere They play A happy tune The have also tuned The tide That tunes The moon