Untitled No. 2

All the Davids and Goliaths go running through the night
Without much regard for a reason for their fights
The moon says "Knock it off. It's three fifty-five.
And I've got to be up early in the morn."
The alarm goes off, the moon rolls out of bed. 
He drinks his morning coffee, writes a letter to his friend. 
The Sun grabs him by the arm and hits him on his head
"Hey, buddy, this is my time. Go away."
The Sun is an avid gambler, a player and a cheat. 
But he could swoon Miss Lady Luck with sappy cards when they would meet. 
He lights up a smoke, and says "My dear, I have to leave."
And he runs off to Vegas, without her. 
The Goddess of Fortune weeps in her room. 
Chasing down anything that'll make her feel like new. 
Stumbling to the window, she says that she's through. 
And she jumps from the twenty-third story. 
David and Goliath settle for the day
David plays his harp and the giant sings away
And they hear The Lady's voice, and David starts to pray
And Luckily it's answered, they catch her. 
The Moon's laying down, reading his book. 
Pondering what happened to the Sun and his looks
He's searched the world all over, every hole and every nook
"Oh brother, where did you go?"
The Sun died in a car crash on US Ninety-Five
Twenty miles outside of Vegas, he lost control and took a dive
It was the one and only time Lady Luck wasn't by his side
Now he's dead and gone, whatever. 
David and Goliath talk to the moon
Of everything that's passed and the joys that they knew. 
The moon rubs his eyes and says "I'm happy too."
And they drift into sleep, forever.