I've waited through the wars of winter
\ I've watched the cherry blossoms bloom
\ I cannot wait here any longer
\ I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
\ I know what lies beneath Manhattan
\ I know who's buried in Grant's Tomb
\ I wonder if they'll wait a while to clear away my crocodile
\ I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
\ It's just the Russian word for truth
\ Your consciousness is not my problem
\ 'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

Your Uncle Henry lived in Moscow
\ Your Aunt Ludmilla lived therе too
\ Irina grew up in Wisconsin
\ I'm leaving at the rising of thе moon
\ The final moments in a doorway (The final moments in a doorway)
\ The sacred light of afternoon (The sacred light of afternoon)
\ Something starts to shake the leaves, you tug upon your T-shirt sleeves
\ And shiver 'til the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
\ It's just the Russian word for truth
\ Your consciousness is not my problem
\ 'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

I took the family balalaika
\ Those strings would never stay in tune I hung it up on the piano
\ I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
\ I had a job once in Penn Station (I had a job once in Penn Station)
\ Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon (Down at a tie shop called Tiecoon)
\ Every time my shift began, I'd see that quiet businessman
\ I'm leaving at the rising of the moon

They always ask me about pravda
\ It's just the Russian word for truth
\ Your consciousness is not my problem
\ And I hope you know your brain's not bulletproof