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And I may as well wish for the moon in hand |
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I own this river, I own this town |
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All of its climbers and its winos sliding down |
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But I can't own her and I never will |
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No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill |
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Taken with rain |
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'Til the gutter shines like the swirling sky |
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Like the swirling sky |
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I've got all morning, I've got all year |
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It's down in my pocket with the daylight folded there |
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But I can't own her and I never will |
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No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill |
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Taken with rain |
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How I'd wash her hair like the swirling sky |
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Like the swirling sky |
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And when I say I can't own her |
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I don't mean to buy her |
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It's nothing at all to do with money |
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I simply want her in my arms forever more. |
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Is that an odd request? |
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Is that something so funny? |
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And I may as well wish for the moon in hand |
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Yes there's more chance of that coming true |
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But I can't own her and I never will |
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No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill |
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So I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her) |
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And I never will (And she's the one thing that you just can't have) |
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No I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her) |
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And that's a bitter pill (And she's the one thing that you just can't have) |
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Taken with rain |
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Which I swallow down with the swirling sky |
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With the swirling sky |
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But I can't own her |
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And I may as well wish for the moon in hand |
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No I can't own her |
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Yes there's more chance of that coming true |
