Pointing At the Moon

On my way to the east
 saw many signs
 I remembered things from before my time
 yeah, before my time
 On my way to the west
 surveyor lines
 cross methods of love I could not define
 yeah, so where would I find you?
 Don't understand
 why you point your finger at the moon
 Oh, there's no jeweled sky to fly to
 no mythologies to guide you
 but if you want me to
 I'll come out
 to watch you point your finger at the moon
 On the trail of your ghost
 uncertainty
 the world isn't small like it's supposed to be,
 yeah, supposed to be.
 Still lost in your words,
 obscurity,
 the world isn't mine like it's supposed to be
 Yeah, so maybe that's why
 we were stuck on what could be
 pointing figures at the moon
 Oh, there's no jeweled sky to fly to
 no mythologies to guide you
 but if you want me to
 I'll come out
 to watch you point your finger at the moon.