Poor Moon - Canned Heat
Written by：Alan Wilson

Ever since I was a kid
You sure looked good to me

Now I'm a man full-grown and I
Know what I hate to see

Oh well
It might be tomorrow
Oh well
I just don't know
Oh well
It might take years
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

It may seem silly but I don't like

What's been coming down

Cause you've been looking good too long
To change your color now

Oh well
They might test some bomb
Oh well
And scar your skin
Oh well
I don't think they care so
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

I hope I see you in the sky
At night when I get old

I hope you'll look about the same
As when I was a boy

Oh well
It gets me to gasping
Oh well
When I think about
Oh well
What they might do
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face

Well you sure look good

In the sky at night

And it's sad to say

You won't shine so bright

Some day

When they're through with you

I bet you've seen the cloud we make
That covers up our rain

I wonder if you'll hide behind
A shroud like that some day

Oh well
I'm worried about it
Oh well
It makes me sigh
Oh well
I just can't help it
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face
Oh well
It might be tomorrow
Oh well
I just don't know
Oh well
It might take years
I wonder when they're going to
Destroy your face