[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

I took the family balalaika

Those strings would never stay in tune

I hung it up by 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

[Chorus]

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