Someday they'll lock the gate
And your crescent moon will fall.
Who will help you to your feet?
Who'll say "Don't give up" again?
They shot the streetlights out;
I wondered if you knew
That they had no choice that day--
Their hometown's burned away.
When I saw you at the bay
With your suitcase and your ring.
You found the boat was on the rocks.
Where's the warning sign?
The place where I found you
Was inside the doughnut shop.
Then you heard the whistle blow,
Much louder than my voice.
I heard some kids, they said:
"You can't be born again."
And they had no choice that day--
Their hometown's burned away.
If you never, ever, ever come back, come back to you...
Your crescent moon will fall, again.
