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THE MOON AND ME
by Selia Qynn

Just out on the horizon, somewhere among the trees,
There's a full moon risin', risin' up to follow me.
She used to float all ghostly, when I was just a child;
Through deep and cloudy canyons; striking passion in the wild.

I've been that way before, with the moon on my shoulder, magic in the air,
And there's so much more I could show you if I could take you there,
All the magic in those moonlit nights and love enough to share
With the moon and me. With the moon and me.

I knew a man imprisoned by a hardened attitude;
And no desire to change it. He just wasn't in the mood.
He thought he wanted freedom when he saw me sailing by.
He wouldn't let me love him, guess I'll never know why.

His dreams flew away and left him with a hunger in the soul,
That he tries to fill with money and pleasure, but still the empty hole
Grows ever wider, driving him further from the distant goal -
To be flying free. Like the moon and me.

I hear that old coyote, he seems to call to me,
With a gnawing hunger for the places he can't be.
He gazes at his shadow so he doesn't feel alone,
But when his echoes find him, he feels so far from home.

He knows his life is destined but he doesn't understand,
Living out a lonely life in a lean and barren land,
Where there is no escape until his bones lie in the sand,
And he's finally free, like the moon and me.

Just out on the horizon, somewhere among the trees,
There's a full moon risin', risin' up to follow me.