The Best Of You

You say, "No, my love, that's not the moon" "That's God's fingernail and He's pointing at you" Saying, "The world is at your feet So what you're gonna do?" No, my love, that's not the moon And we're singing old sad songs The whole night through and as the stars look on I'm just looking at you and When the words do come They fall heavy as the tune Yeah, the best of me Are just the pieces of the best of you