Driftin’ pairs to my bedroom window
Rising high over the meadow
Blonde red and white moon beams
Hand of the driving in the speedway
Johnson brand all through the night
The pepsi moon
The [?] said it can’t be done
Never has nothing else shown the sun
Out in the desert being and protector
Be the legend of the marketing director
She was right
Sea saw the light
In pepsi moon
[?] sailors wept for home
In The purple cloud with the mem’ry
I should read dreams flashing their minds
Deep in the jungle on contacting childs
Witnessed the omen of the coming of the end
They were so [?]
They saw the light
In the pepsi moon
