AS WE GO (BY THE MORNING MOON) by Tom Jensen
Moonshine in the morning
Gives new meaning to the glory
If the same it is still seeming
Dragging along is this story
Here lies between the same
And yet still full worlds apart
The pleasure of plundered treasures
Finds the fixer of broken hearts
In a bedroom sits a lone glass slipper
Cindarella being now long past gone
At a bar room stands a tall glass sipper
Guitar in hand that shares his taste in songs
Moonshine in the morning
Gives new meaning to the glory
If the same it is still seeming
Dragging along is this story
Here lies between the same
And yet still full worlds apart
The pleasure of plundered treasures
Finds the fixer of broken hearts
When time begins speaking in deviled tongues
About things that even Heaven does not yet begin to phrophesize or show
From wherever that cosmic river begins
its winding and its weeping
You'll be sure to be at the core
or be the driving force
and the very source of its flow
And what is left
is what there was left
Which is what it is best
For each of us to know...
We will learn as we go
(and as we grow)
As we go
(and as we grow)
As we go