Vagabond Moon

Vagabond Moon
© 2008 by Tom King 

Neath a vagabond moon, on a crisp autumn night

I'm perched on the roof in the cold silver light 

Things are goin' too fast and they're always too slow 

And somewhere out there there is someone who knows 

Just how that feels... 

And just how my heart goes... 

And just why that old vagabond moon 

Makes me feel lonesome and cold. 

At the turn of the year, the sky's fadin' fast 

Tomorrow's not clear, my days seem all past

It's pale shapes I see, no forests, no trees 

Only shadows and whispers in the November breeze 

 Know just how that feels 

They know just how to sing 

The songs that make vagabond moons 

Feel so almighty lonesome and cold 

Just lookin' up there makes a man understand 

That it's true after all that he’s only a man 

It's God's moon every night and His sun every day 

And when He's finished with me it'll all be okay 

Cause He knows just how I feel... 

He knows just how to walk... 

In the shoes of a man 'neath a vagabond moon 

When the night is all lonesome and cold