My Accordion is shining   in the light of the moon from the sky   And I sit here alone and drinking   with the windows and doors open wide   My hand got tired an hour ago   and the words on each sheet   turned blank white   no, there's no room in the this house   for your company, dear   maybe tomorrow   you can come inside      The preacher's turned to dictation   'cause the lord has got letters to send   There's nothing for me to believe in, either,    I've just gone to trying to pretend      And the rain is falling slowly    like faltering drums outside   and the weathermen are confused   because they can never read the sky   someday we may even be friends again   and I hope just that thought is enough   You're a weathered old prince   and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt   our one night together that much      Moon, shine, you're a lampshade   For the drunken old bats and their evening   Shine on, you'll forgive me   For missing your last requiem      I'm all alone this evening   as I'm along almost every day   and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all   but if they were here I'd wish them away   If they'd send me a vase of flowers   Or better yet those aborted hours   Drunken hours of endless time left to die   In everyone's memory but mine