Sherman Lewis Marqusee



It's like reaching for the moon

It's like reaching for the sun

It's like reaching for the stars

Reaching for you



You're so far above me

How can I expect than an angel to

It's so refined as you are



It's like flying without wings

Playing fiddle without strings

And a million other things

No one can do

No, my hopes are slender

In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon

No, it's like reaching for the moon