(B. Walkenhorst)

Looking out my window, the eclipse has begun

I grab your hand, we run outside and dance in the dimming sun

Light through the leaves casts a zillion crescents on the ground

And you say hold me tight (Alright!)

Peeking through a pinhole, the eclipse has begun

The shadow tag of sun and moon washes over us and everyone

Lives that overlap without ever seeing that it's so

And you say hold me close

Don't let me go

High noon and midnight we're standing in the path

Where shadows beget shadows and every step has an aftermath

Leaving tiptoe ripples of a stepping stone

Nobody walks alone

Things are set in motion, sounds clash and harmonize

And the fire of the moment becomes the light in my baby's eyes

We plant by the moon, by chance and by design

And I know this is mine

This is mine all the time

There's a butterfly in China and a Kansas thunderstorm

A man laying down a dollar and a young girl's clothes being torn

Actions and reactions, echoes only dogs can hear

And I say what's that sound?

Spinning me round and around and round

And I'm looking at the sky, I see the eclipse at an end

I am but an arm's length from my lover and my friend

And from every other soul that I may know or never will

Under the shining sun

Life goes on and on