Moon on the Lake

If I could walk on water

I’d take one small step for you;

I’d follow the white till it turned blue

Fall off the dark side of the moon

And hope the campfire songs were true

.

I’d know whether man could step on the sun

And if I could, then I would run

I’d hike the meadow where the lake ran dry

Into the night, if I had time

I’d burn for the sin of calling you mine

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When I’d come home to the yellow moon

Like a searchlight, combing the ditches for you

I’d try to write beauty, but it’d be too soon

And all I’d have is the ugly truth

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I’d look back, walking stick in hand

At where the skies burned lake to land

Where choppy waves turned smooth as sand

Maybe then, I’d say goodbye.

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