Desert Moon Dennis De Young
”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 in a tiny cup
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 my life
As the last train rolled toward the dune
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 the dune
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
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