When I came up from out of the meat locker   The city was gone   The sky's full of lights   The snow provides a silent cover      In Moonland   Under the stars   Under the snow      And I followed this car   And I followed that car   Through the sand   Through the snow      I turn on the radio   I listen to the DJ   And it must feel nice   It must feel nice to know   That somebody needs you   And everything moves slow      Under the stars   Under the ash   And through the sand   And the night drifts in      The snow provides a silent cover   And I'm not your favorite lover      I, I turn on the radio   And it must feel nice   Well, very, very nice to know   That somebody needs you   And, and the chilly wind blows      Under the snow   Under the stars   The whispering DJ on the radio   Whispering DJ on the radio      I'm not your favorite lover   I'm not your favorite lover      And it must feel nice   To leave no trace, no trace at all   But somebody needs you   Oh, oh and that somebody is me, baby      Under the stars   Under the snow      Your eyes were closed   You were playing with the buttons on your coat   Back of that car      Moonland   Under the stars   In Moonland   I followed that car