My boots sure feel good on this hardwood
|
My beers never tasted this cold
|
The bands playing all of my favorite songs
|
And somehow I don't feel at home
|
Tonight she is sure lookin' pretty
|
Dressed up in her Friday night's best
|
And she's left no doubt that she's moving on
|
Time says I should but I haven't yet
|
|
I wish we could start it all over
|
And I was someone that she never knew
|
Then there wouldn't be any distance
|
She'd be just a¢æ?cross the room
|
But from her point of view
|
I might as well be up on the moon
|
|
I wish I could be just a stranger
|
Walk over and ask her for a dance
|
Then we could get lost in the music
|
And I'd give anything for that second chance
|
T o smell that perfume that I bought her
|
Rest my hand on the back of her dress
|
And be that man standing beside her
|
And not the one over here by himself
|
|
I wish we could start it all over
|
And I was someone that she never knew
|
Then there wouldn't be any distance
|
She'd be just a¢æ?cross the room
|
But from her point of view
|
I might as well be up on the moon
|
|
I wish we could start it all over
|
And I was someone that she never knew
|
And there wouldn't be any distance
|
She'd be just a¢æ?cross the room
|
But from her point of view
|
I might as well be up on the moon
|
|
Yeah from her point of view
|
I might as well be up on the moon
|
|
-----------------
|
Up On The Moon
|
| Dean Brody |
