Silver Moons

Confetti floats away, like dead leaves in the wagon’s wake
There were parties here in my honor, 'til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you
Passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn
It was out of line but it was fun, didn’t you love the part right before the
dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you
I’m off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the news kids where I hid the wind, tell their fathers that I’m on my way
Hey, Hey, Maybe the days are over, over now
Maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than anyone else you know
And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child
Making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you
And silver moons belong to you
I’m off to the ballet and practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine. Tell their fathers that I’m on my way
Maybe these are over over now
I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over, over now
Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you
Looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree. He is a fallen tree
How old are you? No, how old are you?
Under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There’s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There’s an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your hey-o hey-o cheer
Under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there