' by me; Halfway down the stair is a stair Where I sit and think about you and me; But I wonder will the sun still see all the people goin' Will the moon
by me; Halfway down the stair is a stair Where I sit and think about you and me; But I wonder will the sun still see all the people goin' Will the moon
the window High and low The gold horizon is halfway gone The sea is shining It ripples on I keep waiting for a change A new direction Some exchange The moon
Ramadan is over, The new moon's shown her face, I'm halfway round the planet, In a most unlikely place. Following my song line Past bamboo shacks and
are So I'm gonna walk away And it's up to you to say how far Out of this chair, or just across the room Halfway down the block or halfway to the moon
Bone I have my woman by my side And the moon lights up her eyes And as I sit I wonder why She's already got me halfway 'cross the sky And twice as warm
hear it like a rhythm through the crickets And the hum of the cars as they motor towards the beach Hovering on the water like a ripple of the moon On
it brings me and i got too much on my mind i think it's time to take a drive and leave it all behind i've got a song that's halfway there i think it
can jump into my rocket Call ground control 'cause something?s wrong It?s your gravity That?s holding on to me Gotta break free And take me halfway to
running through my brain now i look to the ocean where my breathren have spoken, and i refill my voice on the salty winds i am halfway to thinking i
judge you by the way you play your instrument. No, that's true as fiction, sometimes I do, But the moon shines halfway sometimes too. Lisa, won't you listen? The moon
need Do you even care if I stay or leave Oh, what's it gonna be [Chorus] Out of this chair, or just across the room Halfway down the block or halfway to the moon
Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity Hide on nights
A beautiful story left incomplete Ooh, how he knocked me off my feet Sitting by my window pane Thinking am I going insane Why do you only shoot me halfway to the moon
beautiful story left incomplete Ooh, how he knocked me off my feet Sitting by my window pane Thinking am I going insane Why do you only shoot me halfway to the moon
couldn't do a thing Big Ben Johnson made a bet with Mad Man Mike That he could cross the quarry in the middle of the night He got there, 'bout halfway
by 12, all on the National Health And friends and kind relations, I?ll be writing very soon The next time that you see me I?ll be halfway to the moon