At night when my heart is lonesome|I stare at the light in the sky|If there's a man in the moon then he's alone too|Who's bluer the moon or I?||I can't help but pine for lost lovers|He can't fight the wane or the tide|And there's no use debating so we're commiserating|Who's bluer the moon or I?||That full moon is empty |With no blood in his veins|That don't stop his tears rolling down window panes|I'm watching them fall and I'm starting to cry|Who's bluer the moon or I?||