She rides up in the clouds
Across the field she moves
It’s heaven that she wears
Don’t come to her too soon

She’ll turn on you
Don’t doubt it, babe
She’ll turn on you
She damn well may

I would see her there
When Eros called the tune
Even when the sun is warm
Remember me to the moon

Out of the rain
Came the gray street lights
We talked away
And she stayed a night

A series of moments
Are lost in the end
A bright-colored thing
Is never to last
For a fool

How sweet the moon
How sweet the moon