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"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said |
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But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before |
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I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away |
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She was standing in the rain |
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Trying hard to speak my name |
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They say first love never runs dry |
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The waiter poured our memories into tiny cups |
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We stumbled over words we longed to hear |
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We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up |
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When a whistle cut the night |
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And shook silence from our lives |
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As the last train rolled towards the dune |
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Those summer nights when we were young |
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We bragged of things we'd never done |
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We were dreamers, only dreamers |
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And in our haste to grow too soon |
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We left our innocence on Desert Moon |
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We were dreamers, only dreamers |
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On Desert Moon, on Desert Moon |
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On Desert Moon, Desert Moon |
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I still can hear the whisper of the summer night |
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It echoes in the corners of my heart |
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The night we stood and waited for the desert train |
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All the words we meant to say |
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All the chances swept away |
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Still remain on the road to the dune |
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Those summer nights when we were young |
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We bragged of things we'd never done |
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We were dreamers, only dreamers |
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Moments pass, and time moves on |
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But dreams remain for just as long |
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As there's dreamers, all the dreamers |
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On Desert Moon, on Desert Moon |
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On Desert Moon, Desert Moon |
