I can see him look from on high above
All the way to the ground he shines
And I can hear 
The mournfulness in his whine

Every night I sigh as I stand and stare
Up into that deep darkened space
And I could swear
I saw a tear on his face

Still peaking through holes in the clouds
All night
He once looked upon us so proud
So bright

And it’s a cry to the wild monsoon
And it’s a cry to the desert dune
And it’s a cry, and it won’t stop soon
From the eyes of the gazing moon
From the eyes of the gazing moon

He still rules the ways of the changing tide
Every wave of the sprawling sea
But he can’t change
The course of what he now sees

Still peaking through holes in the clouds
All night
He once looked upon us so proud
So bright

And it’s a cry to the wild monsoon
And it’s a cry to the desert dune
And it’s a cry, and it won’t stop soon
From the eyes of the gazing moon
From the eyes of the gazing moon

Well I’ve often heard deep inside us all
Burns a piece of an ancient star
I hope its glow
Revives the souls who we are

Still peaking through holes in the clouds
All night
He once looked upon us so proud
So bright

And it’s a cry to the wild monsoon
And it’s a cry to the desert dune
And it’s a cry, and it won’t stop soon
From the eyes of the gazing moon
From the eyes of the gazing moon