DESERT MOON by Dennis Deyoung
[Intro]
...
Is this the train to Desert Moon
was all she said.
But I knew I d heard that
stranger s voice before.
I turned to look into her eyes,
but she moved away.
She was standing in the rain.
Trying hard to speak my name.
They say first love never runs dry.
The waiter poured our memories
into tiny cups.
We stumbled over
words we longed to hear.
We talked about the dreams we d lost,
or given up.
When the whistle caught the night.
And shook silence from our lives.
As the last train
rolled toward the moon.
Those summer nights.When we were young.
We bragged of things, We d never done.
We were dreamers,
only dreamers.
And in our haste, to grow too soon,
We left our innocence on Desert Moon.
We were dreamers, only dreamers.
On Desert Moon.
On Desert Moon.
On Desert Moon.
Desert Moon.
I still can hear the whisper
of the summer nights.
It echoes in the
corners of my heart.
The night we stood and
waited for the desert train.
All the words we meant to say.
All the chances swept away.
Still remain on the road to undo.
Those summer nights,
when we were young.
We bragged of things
we d never done.
We were dreamers,
only dreamers.
Moments pass,
and time moves on.
But dreams remain
for just as long,
As there s dreamers.
All the dreamers.
On Desert Moon.
On Desert Moon.
On Desert Moon.
Desert Moon
Repeat and fade...
- this is my best guess by picking my guitar along with the .mp3 - enjoy! Page Gedney 2/23/2011