Where is She Moon

(from the moon series)

In the eyes of every pretty girl.
On the long walk home alone.
In the night falls
and it's never felt this lonely before,
the crossroad blues,

Robert, another drink after this long day
waltzing wheelbarrows of tongues
slow down the street. While them boats of ears
lazy drift down the Rio Tajo.

Something doesn't add up.
She sure was pretty.
But then again she's probably crazy.
How the hell am I supposed to know
this ain't no moon and go seek,
there ain't no water in the desert.
The night is darker than ink
and she won't be found in one day.

The only moons worth finding can't be found
on a Saturday night.