One day we’ll make it to the moon
Maybe we’ll run into each other at the gas station
on some stationary star.
And I’ll say
Remember me?
And you’ll just drive away.
Into the galaxy
Into the clouds
Into the snow
Into the crowds
And I’ll lie down
And wonder why it is a girl so full of love
won’t let any in.
And we’ll begin
Again
As we always do
Because smoke follows beauty
A girl’s mother told her so
So go and go and go
I won’t be far behind
As I silently tip-toe
Across drunken nights of vacant kisses
Girls all painted pretty, boys hanging in the back
Can you tell me when I’ll get my mind back?
Actually, no.  Please keep it.  
It’s safer with your spirit.
Me? I’ll just burn out with the weather.
What a good excuse not to be together.  
But I will hold you forever.
In a secret compartment
I bought for my heart.
Come visit and stay on a Sunday afternoon.
Maybe on that day we make it to the moon.