most of the sound
that the waves make
is far too low to hear

but wait in the hours
before daybreak
and all will reappear

by yourself and sell the moon
none but you can call the tune
all along an endless beach
just calling you back home

how the world sang
and weren't we singing too?
how the world sang
holy rollers
old enough to feel the change
young enough to rearrange
us all
and there's no call
for living on the moon

over Texas
blows a cold wind
coming straight in through your door

takes its dreams and wishes out
and spreads 'em all
across your kitchen floor

and what you get is what you see
a bunch of riffs and harmonies
worth a long, an endless beat
just calling you back home

how the world sang...

boy, you must be crazy
you must really gone and stepped
out of your mind

man its getting hazy
got to get the weight up off
our bad behinds

for by ourselves we sell the moon
none, however, call the tune
all along an endless beast
just calling you back home

and how the world sang...

© 1989 GNILSONGS

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