There's a full moon outside, all cool and still while silver stars wink and thrill.  A bari sax moon with a white gold edge, playing songs of love long gone, bittersweet, a long-time friend.  It's a fat man moon, round and silver, rolling up and down the arch of heaven.  Got all night to play, old moon, smoky tunes and torchy songs while the crickets sing and owls call.  Smooth cool moon.  High times in a velvet sky, lit with the memory of the passing sun; she's sweet in silk, long gone now but still so fine.  She is oh so fine, he sighs.  Smooth fine old moon, playing low on the bay and beyond the trees. Cool as love and soft as pain, the silver-gold moon will play his lonesome tune again.