Matthew Sweet - Smog Moon

There's a smog moon, in the amber sky, wavering and burning like a golden lie
I fell so far, I didn't think I'd make it back
We are all made, as an afterthought,
Destined to believe that we are what we are not
I'm afraid, but I don't need to tell you that

There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it
The cartoon trees cannot conceal it
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like

There's a lost man, with a bitter soul, Only for a moment,
Did life make him whole
And while he was, he thought he was invincible

There's a smog moon coming I can always feel it
The cartoon trees cannot conceal it
When it's high up in the sky, it almost looks like it is white