"Is this the train to Desert moon?" was all she said But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before I turned to look into her eyes but she moved away She was standing in the rain Trying hard to speak my name They say first love never runs dry The waiter poured our memories into tiny cups We Stumbled over words we longer to hear We talked about the dreams we'd lost or given up When a whistle cut the night And shook silence from our lives As the last train rolled towards dune Those summer nights when we were young We bragged of things we'd never done We were dreamers, only dreamers And in our haste to grow too soon We left our innnocence on Desert Moon We were dreamers, only dreamers On Desert Moon ... I still can hear the whisper of the summer night It echoes in the corners of my heart The night we stood and waited for the desert train All the words we meant to say All the chances swept away Still remain on the road to the dune Those summer nights when we were young We bragged of things we'd never done We were dreamers, only dreamers Moments pass and time moves on But dreams remain for just as long As there's dreamers, all the dreamers On Desert Moon...
