Calling The Moon by Dar Williams

the moon wanted more of my night, i turned off the engine and the headlights,
The trees appeared as they'd never been gone, i promised the fields i'd return
Form now on, and the moon kept on rising. i had no more to say, i put my
Roadmaps away, and surendered the day. and i knokw you'll be calling me soon,
And if i don't answer, i'm calling the moon. calling the moon, i was calling
Her then, i'm wondering, will she take me again, oh, i'm calling the moon.
When i called the moon back to me, i thought she wanted my beauty. i shone in
The best that vanity buys, i covered the path where my life turned to lies, and
The moon kept on rising. but i felt nothing at all, she comes when the empire
Falls, and shines on crumbling walls. calling the coon, by the name that she
Hose, as tennessee wandered in moth-eaten robes. oh, i'm calling the moon,
Calling the moon-- "oh, make sense of me, night, i can see so much from this
Cold height." the moon said, "oh darkness, my work is done. i've poured this
Bottle of l
Ight from the sun, but their anger keeps on rising. and they don't understand,
I've shon them all that i can, that the world is at hand. and i know they'll
Be calling me soon, and if i don't answer i'm only the moon." i can see by her
Light, this one's going out to the moon tonight, oh, i'm calling the moon.
Calling the moon, cause i know what it's worth, to tug at the seas and illumine
The earth, oh i'm calling the moon, oh i'm calling the moon.