DESERT MOON

Dennis DeYoung



"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said

but I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before.

I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away

She was standing in the rain

Trying hard to speak my name

They say first love never runs dry



The waiter poured our memories in a tiny cup

We stumbled over words we longed to hear

We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up

When the whistle caught the night

And shook silence from my life

As the last train rolled toward the moon



Those summer nights

When we were young

We bragged of things

We'd never done

We were dreamers, only dreamers

And in our haste

To grow up too soon

We left our innocence on Desert Moon

We were dreamers, only dreamers

On Desert Moon

On Desert Moon

On Desert Moon

Desert Moon



I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights

It echoes in the corners of my heart

The night is true and waiting for the desert train

All the words we meant to say

All the chances swept away

Still remain on the road to undo



Those summer nights, when we were young

We bragged of things we'd never done

We were dreamers, only dreamers

Moments pass, and time moves on

But dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamers

All the dreamers



On Desert Moon

On Desert Moon

On Desert Moon

Desert Moon