Sell The Moon
words and music Stephen Barling
most of the sound
that the waves make
is far too low to hear
but wait in the hours
before daybreak
and all will reappear
by yourself and sell the moon
none but you can call the tune
all along an endless beach
just calling you back home
how the world sang
and weren't we singing too?
how the world sang
holy rollers
old enough to feel the change
young enough to rearrange
us all
and there's no call
for living on the moon
over Texas
blows a cold wind
coming straight in through your door
takes its dreams and wishes out
and spreads 'em all
across your kitchen floor
and what you get is what you see
a bunch of riffs and harmonies
worth a long, an endless beat
just calling you back home
how the world sang...
boy, you must be crazy
you must really gone and stepped
out of your mind
man its getting hazy
got to get the weight up off
our bad behinds
for by ourselves we sell the moon
none, however, call the tune
all along an endless beast
just calling you back home
and how the world sang...
© 1989 GNILSONGS
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