When I was young I spoke like a child, And I saw with a childs eyes
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And an open door was to a girl, Like the stars are to the skies
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It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations
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With adventures for the stout of heart, And the lure of the open spaces.
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There's two lanes running down this road, And whichever side you are on
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Accounts for where you want to go, And what you are running from
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Back when darkness overtook me, On a blindman's curve.
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I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon
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I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher.
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Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them, But I've paid a price sometimes
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For being such a stubborn woman, In such stubborn times
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I have run from the arms of lovers, I have run from the eyes of friends
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I have run from the hands of kindness, I have run just because I can.
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Now I've grown and I speak like a woman, And I see with a woman's eyes
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And an open door is to me now, Like the saddest of goodbyes
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Well it's too late for turning back, And I pray for the heart and nerve
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CHORUS: (repeat chorus)
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I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon
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I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher to be my guide.
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The Moon And St. Christopher
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Mary Black |