The river is dark And the mountain is steep I'm cold and confused And I can't get to sleep Oh maybe it's me But something ain't right And the face of the moon Looks different tonight She came after midnight On swift silent feet With a strange bottled brew Lucid and sweet Then she mounted her broom For a magical flight Said "The face of the moon Looks different tonight" The world's at the crossroads Hurricane on the rise Seers and weathermen Observing the skies I don't think it's me Something ain't right The face of the moon Looks different tonight