Talking To The Moon - Don Henley

When the hot September sun down in Texas

Sucked the streams bone dry

Turned to roads to dust

In the sleepy little towns down in Texas

The shades are all pulled down;

The streets are all rolled up

And the only thing that breaks the silence

Are the trucks a-passin' by

Late at night on the front porch swing

You can hear their mournful sigh

And the lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above

He was callin' out for his lady love

She’s been gone so long

I was just talkin' to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over

The memory of you-too hard to hold

And the wind across the plains

Is all that now remains

And the night shakes loose the names

But they never quite go back the way they came

So, good-bye rodeo

It’s a long, funny way for men to go

Never change

Never change at all

I was just talkin' to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over

The memory of you- too hard to hold on

I was just talkin' to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over the

Memory of you