She only thinks of me once in a blue moon, 
Which is fitting, 'cause lately blue's all I feel. 
Yeah, and these days I'm focusing much less on the moonlight, 
And more on that moonshine's appeal. 

Chiaroscuro, dark thoughts in what's been considered a bright mind. 
Chiaroscuro, darkness leakin' through this head of mine. 

Ugly words pour from my maw, 
Fractured hairline and a broken jaw. 
Said I to the preacher, "My best features ain't even attached to me, 
No siree!" 
Greeting cards from bleeding hearts. I hope you think of me while you run your course. 
Good hood rats; strange, stray alley cats. What's a lion like me doin' this far north? 

Chiaroscuro, dark blood rollin' through this light, light-hearted, hardened heart. 
Chiaroscuro, put a frame 'round my sadness so we can call it art. 

My flesh ain't torn and my ribs ain't cracked, so how is it that my heart escapes me? 
Wherever it's wandered, I'd like it back. Livin' this heartless certainly ain't easy. 
Staying in one place, I still feel led astray. Even that dead clock is right twice a day. 
So why am I always feelin' this way? Like my heart, I need to make a clean escape. 

Chiaroscuro, it's a blue kinda' night, so I don't think that blue moon will be rollin' by. 
Chiaroscuro, it's a blue kinda' night, so I don't think that blue moon will be rollin' by. 

Whistle McCoon