Catch the Moon Songtext
von Stefan Andersson

Can you hear him whistling, a little tune?
It′s about him trying to catch the moon
He's waiting for he′s father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon

Can′t hear what they say, don′t know what they want
So he runs away, 'cause he fears the gun
He waited in wail, it was something they′d done
He don't know what it is, but he knows he′s alone

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in there mum
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put their trust in their guitar


Killing has no reason, killing has no soul
Killing has no rights, killing has no goal
You might think it's easy, to cross into his mind
But his life is real now, like the picture in his eyes

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in there mum
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put there trust in their guitar

Can you hear him whistling, a little tune?
It′s about him trying, to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He′s waiting for his mother this afternoon


Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in their mum
Some put their trust in politicians
Some put their trust in a bond
Some put their guns to their heads
Some put their trust in there dad
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put there trust in their guitar

Yeah

Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some their trust in a bomb
Some put their trust in there mum
Some put their trust in to God
Some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put there trust in their guitar

Can you hear him whistling, a little tune?
It′s about him trying, to catch the moon