You say, "No, my love, that's not the moon"

That's God fingernail and He's pointing at you"

Saying, "The world is at your feet

So what you're gonna do?" (ooh)

No, my love, that's not the moon

And we're singing old sad songs, the whole night through

And as the stars look on, I'm just looking at you

And when the words do come they fall heavy as the truth

Yeah, the best of me, are just the pieces of the best of you