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