A Drifter on a Moonbeam

A drifter on a moonbeam

Was his introduction to me;

A man of wealth he’d once been,

But now it was he flew free.

Current address was unknown,

The great outdoors and beyond;

Upon a moonbeam he had flown

Just I swear to put me on.

And humour him I surely did,

This moonbeam drifter I just met

For pretty soon I’d be rid

And away from him I could get.

But something kept me hanging ‘round

Just to hear his moonbeam tales,

Because sitting there on the cold ground,

I was tired of riding them old rails.

Now a moonbeam drifter to

Is something I would like to be

‘Cause riding these old rails I’m through,

And the sky’s the limit for me.

When opportunity comes knocking,

Of course a drifter such as I;

Upon a moonbeam if we’re talking

You got to know, I’m game to try.