Singing to the Moon
©Copyright 2003 Rodney Dakita Garcia

You tell me that there's little time
Soon the night starts raining
And the moon is an eye that doesn't lie
But she might keep hoping for the sun
She's only waiting for a change of song.
The spider and myself
Have gone through pages of my winter books;
There's nothing left to learn
And I rub my eyes a lot;
But I can't help thinking about
The good times that I promised you,
And not some silly tune
That I'm singing to the moon.

You tell me that there's little time,
The crazy summer's coming.
And when you smile with your eyes
To say goodbye,
You only keep me hoping.
The streets are getting empty,
And my friends are going home,
Other things are calling me,
My time is not my own.
But I can't help wishing for
The times that I could spend
With you.
Now I'm sitting in my room
Singing to the moon.
I'm just sitting in my room
Singing
To the moon.