Somewhere in Florida...
As I sit on my roof I look up at the night.
My breath caught in my throat as I gaze at the sight.
A small-town moon, above a town the world forgot.
Under a New York moon is where I want to cast my lot.
I hear everything is bigger, brighter, louder, under a big-city moon.
I wish to live in her glow- my heart beat to her tune.
As I look up at the moon; I know he has a twin.
I think of somewhere else as I breath the cool night wind.
One day... I will brake free of this place.
And fly to my moons twin, to live under his face.
But for now I live here- under my moon.
I lay my head down as my heart thumps slowly out of tune.
I may be here- but not for long.
One day New York's beat will be my song.
Out on my roof, as my eyes drift shut.
My last image of you into my heart it does cut.
That same night in New York...
As I look out my window I see a full-moon in the sky.
Around New York City snowflakes now fly.
A big-city girl, under a metropolis moon.
I long to be free- to escape from this room.
Things are too loud; its bright, even at night.
Its one big can of sardines- we're packed in too tight.
I long to see the sight of a little town's moon.
Where the light starts to dim at the end of the afternoon.
My heart goes out to a place sunny and warm.
Someplace like Florida...
Where there's no such thing as a white winter storm.
To walk its beaches and see my moons twin rise.
To look up to the heavens and see stars in the sky.
Here in my room the storm rages on.
Thrashing around in my heart at my need to be gone.
I lay down, and through the clouds spot my moon man.
And dream of a day my pail skin will tan.
There's nothing wrong with here, but I'd rather be there.
Out from under my moons gaze, to breath in fresh air.
2 Moons
