Reach a hand to the crescent moon
  grab hold of the hollow
  If she sits in the palm of the left
  that moon will be fuller tomorrow
  If she sits in the palm of the right
  that moon is on the wane
  and the love of the one who shares your bed
  will be doing just the same
    `Won't you come with me', she said,
  `there's plenty of room in my iron bed
  You're looking cold and tired
  and more than a little human
  I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
  but I think once your body feels my hand
  your mind will change
  and your heart will lose its pain'
    Out among the fields gently hipped
  beneath the corn,
  Assiniboine bones beneath the highway
  he stood there and he thought of home
  A finger traces the path of a satellite
  You're drawn to a distant copse of trees
  A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail
  clings to the prairie breeze
    `Won't you come with me', she said,
  `there's plenty of room in my iron bed
  You're looking cold and tired
  and more than a little human
  I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
  but I think once your body feels my hand
  your mind will change
  and your heart will lose its pain'
    Do I reach for you
  when I know you're on the wane?
  Do I sense you when I know you're not around?
  Do I search for you
  when I know you can't be found?
  Do I dare to speak your name?
    Raise your eyes to a moonless sky
  and try to wish upon a rising star
  Search all you want for her blessing
  but you won't find her sparkling there
  Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky
  where nothing but darkness unfolds
  and watch as all around you
  she reveals the brilliance of secrets untold
    Won't you come with me, she said,
  there's plenty of room in my iron bed
  You're looking cold and tired
  and more than a little human
  I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
  but I think once your body feels my hand
  your mind will change
  and your heart will lose its pain