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
