Lyrics

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New Moon

Trip Rogers
Copyright 2001


Movers get shaken, prisoners get taken,
the trappings come on down the line.
Til one day you look around, asking yourself,
"how did all of this come to be mine?"
And time gets away, years pass like days,
and decades roll over too soon.
And my hindsight is clearest in the rays of a new moon.

When I was younger change was a crisis,
and most of my dues were unpaid.
Kisses were more than hellos and handshakes,
and blues were just songs that I played.
Now my ruts are dug deeper, their walls have grown steeper,
but I still see the sun at high noon.
And my hindsight is clearest in the rays of a new moon.

So when worry takes me, when sleep escapes me,
I'm on friendly terms with the night.
I'll take the slapback, and cut myself some slack,
if I don't get everything right.

Movers get shaken, prisoners get taken,
the trappings come on down the line.
Til one day you look around asking yourself
"How did all of this come to be mine?"
Now my ruts are dug deeper, their walls have grown steeper,
but I still see the sun at high noon.
And my hindsight is clearest in the rays of a new moon.