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Talking To The Moon - Don Henley
When the hot September sun down in Texas
Sucked the streams bone dry
Turned to roads to dust
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas
The shades are all pulled down;
The streets are all rolled up
The only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
Late at night on the front porch swing
You can hear their mournful sigh
And the lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above
He was callin' out for his lady love
She's been gone so long
I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you too hard to hold
And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains
You know the night shakes loose the names
But they never quite go back the way they came
So goodbye rodeo
It's a long funny way for men to go
Never change
Never change at all
I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you too hard to hold on
I was just talkin' to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
Memory of you
