Limping to the moon: a song for Maureen

I’m climbing, over the hills
that turn to sheer cliffs in my mind
And I’m sailing, over the seas
made up of tears that I’ve cried

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

And I’m drowning, deep in a well
dug out of my own despair
And I’m burning, in fires from hell
but nobody else is aware

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

I limp to the moon
while you are busy planning things to do
when we get there
There’s never any “if” with you

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out of view
We’re limping to the moon

And I’m grieving, my past’s in an urn
heart’s broke in ways that won’t mend
And I’m dying, nowhere to turn
waiting for my time to end

But when all my water has dried
hope seems to have died
I see you by my side

I limp to the moon
while you are busy planning things to do
when we get there
You always say “we’ll be there soon”

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out of view
We’re limping to the moon

Take all my cares
and stow my baggage out of view
We’re limping to the moon

You can hear a recording of the song here.

Copyright © 2011 Dejan Djurdjevic