The moon wanted more of my night, I turned off the engine and the headlights,
The trees appeared as they'd never been gone, I promised the fields I'd return
form now on, And the moon kept on rising. I had no more to say, I put my

roadmaps away, And surendered the day. And I knokw you'll be calling me soon,
And if I don't answer, I'm calling the moon. Calling the moon, I was calling
her then, I'm wondering, will she take me again, Oh, I'm calling the moon.
When I called the moon back to me, I thought she wanted my beauty. I shone in
the best that vanity buys, I covered the path where my life turned to lies, And
the moon kept on rising. But I felt nothing at all, She comes when the empire
falls, And shines on crumbling walls. Calling the coon, by the name that she
hose, As Tennessee wandered in moth-eaten robes. Oh, I'm calling the moon,
Calling the moon-- "Oh, make sense of me, night, I can see so much from this
cold height." The moon said, "Oh darkness, my work is done. I've poured this
bottle of l
ight from the sun, But their anger keeps on rising. And they don't understand,
I've shon them all that I can, That the world is at hand. And I know they'll
be calling me soon, And if I don't answer I'm only the moon." I can see by her
light, THis one's going out to the moon tonight, Oh, I'm calling the moon.
Calling the moon, cause I know what it's worth, To tug at the seas and illumine
the earth, Oh I'm calling the moon, Oh I'm calling the moon.