The moon tells me what to do
It's telling me to go find you
The sun is my enemy
I won't let it catch me
I'm not crazy, I just believe what I'm told
I would walk one thousand miles to prove you're made of gold
You don't know me, but I feel like we're best friends
I can't tell you quite how this one ends, my friend
I traveled all night long
In hope of hearing you sing my song
Soft white desert under jet black sky
I hope I'm not following a lie
Take me back to that brown flashback
No, the past only mattered in the past
My eyes are set on the horizon,
Pay close attention, my son
