Is this the train to Desert Moon
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was all she said
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But I knew I'd heard that
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stranger's voice before
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I turned to look into her eyes,
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but she moved away
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She was standing in the rain
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Trying hard to speak my name
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They say first love never runs dry
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The waiter poured
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our memories into tiny cups
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We stumbled over words
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we longed to hear
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We talked about
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the dreams we'd lost, or given up
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When a whistle cut the night
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And shook silence from our lives
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As the last train rolled towards the dune
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Those summer nights
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when we were young
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We bragged of things
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we'd never done
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We were dreamers,
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only dreamers
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And in our haste to grow too soon
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We left our innocence on Desert Moon
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We were dreamers,
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only dreamers
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On Desert Moon,
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on Desert Moon
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On Desert Moon,
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Desert Moon
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I still can hear the whisper
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of the summer night
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It echoes in the corners of my heart
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The night we stood and waited
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for the desert train
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All the words we meant to say
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All the chances swept away
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Still remain on the road to the dune
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Those summer nights
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when we were young
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We bragged of things
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we'd never done
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We were dreamers,
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only dreamers
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Moments pass,
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and time moves on
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But dreams remain
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for just as long
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As there's dreamers,
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all the dreamers
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On Desert Moon,
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on Desert Moon
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On Desert Moon
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Desert Moon
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| Dennis De Young |
