Here's the story of a girl
Who looks up at the moon,
Hoping to find some remnants of her
Slipping thoughts of you.
And tonight, as she lays
And looks up through the blinds,
She sees the white light stretch and ache,
She sees the white light shine.
And tonight, as it makes
Its way down from the moon,
She wonders if you're awake,
If it's made its way to you.
She sits to watch the beam
Shift and dance and sway.
She sits to watch the night
Make its way to day.
Yet all that's on her mind
Are the fading thoughts of you
She wonders if you see the light
As you wonder about her too.
But when the clouds pass over,
Her eyes no longer see
She's scared and all alone again
The light feels like a dream.
But when she closes her eyes,
She sees its dance and sway,
And she knows that it was here and that
to you it's made its way.
As she tries hard to sleep,
She wills her doubts away
She sees the white light stretch and ache
She sees the white light sway