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 into tiny cups

We stumbled over words we longed to hear

We talked about the dreams we’d lost, or given up

When a whistle cut the night

And shook silence from our lives

As the last train rolled towards 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 night

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