Mothman in the Moonlight

[Verse 1]
You left your ring on the counter
And a note by the sugar can
Said, “I’m headed out to the marshlands
With a far better kind of man”
Now the truck’s still in the driveway
But your boots are gone from the rack
And there’s a pair of muddy footprints
Leading way out back
[Pre-Chorus]
I thought I’d find you crying
At the end of my two-step prayer
But you were moon-eyed, smiling
At a shadow on the stair
[Chorus]
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
I’m a broken man in a pickup bed
(Oh, Mothman)
[Verse 2]
Then I caught you by the pond light
With the Jersey Devil grinnin’ wide
Nessie wore a scarf from Scotland
While she curled up by your side
Fresno Nightwalkers were dancing
On the hood of your old Ford
And you said, “Don’t wait up for supper
I’ve found what I was looking for”
[Pre-Chorus]
I watched you slip your hand in
Where the willow shadows fell
Then an Icelandic elf lit incense
And rang a tiny bell
[Chorus]
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
I’m a broken man in a pickup bed
(Oh, Mothman)
[Bridge]
Now the porch is full of moon dust
And the barn’s got a haunted glow
There’s a love note from the lakefolk
Pinned where the cold winds blow
If you’re happy with your monsters
I’ll just tip my hat and pray
But if the sheriff asks what happened
Tell him love got carried away
[Chorus]
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again
Oh, you love that Mothman
Love that Mothman
I’m a broken man in a pickup bed
(Oh, Mothman)
[Outro]
Jersey Devil, take a bow
Nessie, sing that line
Fresno Nightwalkers in the rearview
And my gal is truly not mine
(Oh, Mothman)

Country western novelty with a galloping two-step, fiddle twang, honky-tonk piano, upright bass, and clapping kick; verse rides dry comic storytelling, pre-chorus tightens with rising steel-guitar licks, chorus bursts into singalong gang vocals and yodel-like ad-libs. Double-tracked male lead, shouted hook responses, playful delay throws on the title phrase, creeky porch-swing ear candy, whistle pickup into each chorus, bright and punchy mix with a rowdy bar-room sheen., country