Talking to the Moon

When the hot September sun down in Texas

I sucked the streams bone dry and turned to roads to dust

In the sleepy little towns down in Texas

The shades are all pulled down, streets are all rolled up

And the only thing that breaks the silence

Are the trucks a-passin' by

Late at night on the front porch swing

You can hear their mournful sigh

And the lonesome whippoorwill

Cries to the stars above

He was calling out for his lady love

She's been gone so long

I was just talking to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

The memory of you, too hard to hold

And the wind across the plains

Is all that now remains

You know the night shakes loose the names

But they never quite go back the way they came

So, goodbye rodeo

It's a long, funny way for men to go

Never change

Never change at all

I was just talking to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

The memory of you, too hard to hold on

I was just talking to the moon

Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over

The memory of you