One day,
We will dance under the moonlight
We will sing songs and drink our weight in booze
We will share stories, and laugh so hard we cry
I'm missing you as days go on, as I wonder what our future holds
But I look at the moon, and pretend it's you
I'll smile at it, I'll sing it a song
Because maybe you're listening, maybe you're singing me too
I don't want to be strangers, my heart won't have it
I don't want to grow apart, my tears won't stop flowing
But everyday I stare at the moon, I feel it get a little farther, just a little dimmer
Can you still hear me sing for you? Laugh with you?
Don't leave me behind, don't be like the rest
That just couldn't bring themselves to see
Just how much I needed you to be with me
We are not lovers, not friends, and scarcely something between
So why does it drive me crazy when you're as far as you've ever been?
I can't pull the moon, but I swear it can pull me in to the stars
Sometimes I wish the tugs were just a little stronger, just a little quicker
Just so I could know where you sit under the moon with me
There is a longing in my words, but perhaps a silent persistence still seeking to justify itself
I'm beginning to miss the moon in a different way, when I can't see it
I know it's there, but why isn't that ever good enough?
