WISHING ON THE MOON
Dan Fogelberg - 1979
How many eyes will you sack in sorrow
Seeking to borrow some sight of your own?
How many lies will you have to suffer
Until you discover there's nobody home?
How many roads will you have to wander
How many dead end streets?
How many dreams will you have to squander
Dodging your own defeat?
Wishing on the moon tonight
There's not a lucky star in sight
Just wishing on the moon tonight
How many doors will have to open
Desperately hoping each one's the last?
How many more will you close behind you
Bitter and blind to the shadows you cast?
How many fools will you have to follow
How many wayward winds?
How many sins will you have to swallow
Until the truth sinks in... that you've been -