Max Webster - In Context of the Moon

in context of the stars
You point at my point right
you reflect off my sunglasses
Waiting for the moon on a tight night

In context of the sun
Zero degrees is where we start
You grind on my gass pedal
Red line earth clutchin' my hear

In context of the moon
You pull to my full height
We black out during the eclipse
Jelly roll on a comet kite

Out of the day into the night
Catchin' the heat and the ride beat
Ooo la la well ooo la well

You says there's nothing to do
I says that's during the day
You says aren't we having fun
I says the night's not yet won
You says the feeling will be

Ooo la la well 
Oo la well