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Up all night close to the brink
Closing my eyes and trying to think
Reaching to you I almost touch down
The moon won't stop wandering around
You look good asleep in that chair
Faint expectations rise in the air
When you awake I won't be found
The moon won't stop wandering around
Wandering around, wandering around
All through the evening and never a sound
Come here my child and lay your head down
We'll stop this wandering around
You were right/I can't be read
Close that book that rests by your head
You were the story/In you I was bound
The moon won't stop wandering around
Oh my friend your time has been true
Everything right goes straight back to you
Maybe in dreams we'll cover that ground
The moon won't stop wandering around
Wandering around, wandering around
All through the evening and never a sound
Come hungry child and lay your head down
We'll stop this wandering around
If I pray and when I die
You can have all these tears that I cry
A heart that was lost, one will be found
So much for wandering around
Wandering around, wandering around
All through the evening and never a sound
Come hungry child your head to the ground
I 'll stop your wandering around
Chris LeRoy
© May 22, 2005 NEW WEST CRASH MUSIC
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