Talking To The Moon

(álbum: I Can't Stand Still - 1982)

When the hot September sun down in Texas
Has sucked the streams bone dry
And turned to roads to dust?
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas,
The shades are all pulled down;
The streets are all rolled up.
The only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passing by
And late at night on the front porch swing
You can hear a mournful sigh
The lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above
He was calling out for his lady love
She's been gone so long

I was just talking to the moon
Hoping someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you
Too hard to hold

And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains

The night shakes loose the names
But they never quite go back the way they came

So, goodbye rodeo
It's a long, funny way for a man to go
And never change?
And never change at all

I was just talking to the moon
Hoping someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you too hard to hold on

I was just talking to the moon
Hoping someday soon that I'd be over the memory of you