When such sleepy eyes
Stare on at hazy, yellow stars
I will be at your beck and call
Until then you will be
Left in hollow darkness
Howling at the moon.
And if these brightened eyes
Should stare on close the sun
With the clutter of broken clouds
You will find I'm not the one,
To find you in the darkness
And protect you from the cold,
It seems in darkness you're retreating
And howling at the moon.
In winter months
I will forget
Your wholesome memory
And leave with sweeping reminders,
Of what once could be
These nights will pass like days
Without a thought of you
And you will be left standing
Howing at the moon.
