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Dennis DeYoung
Desert Moon, August 1984
"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 ....
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