Moth
Moe Lyrics

Now somewhere between the plastic dog and the flaps of the kitchen screen door
The story takes place in a simple household where we find the singer standing somewhere between the plastic dog toy and the flaps of the kitchen screen door.

Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war
The aforementioned location leads us to notice a gypsy moth resting. It seems to be tired from the war it has participated in.

It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The war that the moth was engaged in was relatively significant, and it occurred on a Sunday afternoon. The time of the day adds to the context and the mood of the story.

The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon
The gypsy moth was trapped behind the kitchen screen door under the moonlight.

Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door
The artist has now moved to a different part of the household, and we find him near the dog food and the trapped moth.

I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war
The singer felt enamored with the moth and hence decided to sign up for the war it was participating in.

It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon
The moth that the singer fell in love with was quite gigantic in size, almost as large as a baby raccoon.

I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon
The artist set the moth free by bringing down the plastic wall, and they both danced under the moonlight.

Well she knows nothing at all about life
The moth was unaware of the complexity of life.

Now she knows everything about living
However, the experience of being liberated helped the moth understand the essence of living.

She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled
The moth spontaneously started dancing, swirling and diving, enjoying the newfound freedom.

And danced in celebration
The moth was dancing to celebrate the victory of being free.

We won the war of the kitchen screen door
The singer and the moth emerged victorious in their fight against the kitchen screen door.

And the gypsy's liberation
The singer managed to liberate the moth from its captivity.

It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon
Their victory was significant, and as the sun went down, the moon replaced it in the sky.

Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon
The artist and the moth got drunk and spent the entire afternoon drinking.

Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon
The artist moved to the back porch area, still enjoying the yellow illumination of the moon.

?'s widow even wonders on a Sunday night in June
There's an unknown character involved whose widow is questioning about something or someone on a Sunday night in June, adding yet another layer of intrigue to the story.

It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye
A spider appeared, and although it was substantial, it didn't bother the moth, neither did the moth bother the spider.

The gypsy flew into her web and uh'
The moth flew into the spider's web, and what happened next is left to the listener's imagination.

You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind
The artist philosophizes that sometimes the path may not be crystal clear.

When you're half in the bag and three sheets to the wind
It's tough to navigate through when you're drunk like the artist.

So to speak' but to fly?
This is a rhetorical question that suggests that even if we're lost in life, we can always fly away from our problems.

Well she knows nothing at all about life
The moth still doesn't know much about life.

Yeah, she knows everything about living
But she certainly knows how to live life to the fullest.