With beer glass in hand
I cry out, oh muse, oh muse,
where for art thou oh muse?
In a quiet voice I hear
I wait patiently inside of you.
Again I cry out,
oh muse, oh muse, what is my muse?
In that gentle quiet voice I hear
you exist only to love
that is all.
Aaahh, tonight I have found you
in the waning moon.