Blues Traveler - Cara Let The Moon Lyrics
When Brooklyn breaks into Saturday the club rats scurrying awayAnd closing out and closing in, it's rare that something then beginsWith promises like shining lights amidst the dawn of dying nightThrough ringing amps and flattened beer and all my cues for getting out of hereBut Cara let the Moon come in and windowsills again have roomCara let the moon come in and for a time I'm high as noonCara let the Moon come in and I was sad I had to runBut Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening SunNow I'm an old and broken meToo many rides upon the wind that carries hawks across the sea to hunt and shiver for their sinsToo many dreams are left to stand until the tide can knock them downBut remembering I reach my hand in case a few are still around‘Cause Cara let the moon come in and windowsills again have roomCara let the Moon come in and for a time I'm high as noonCara let the Moon come in and I was sad our set was doneBut Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening SunSo pass the bottle, Pack the bowlLet's swap our tales of rock ‘n' rollWe have until the engine strums and the Prevo sails to Kingdom ComeCara let the Moon come in and windowsills again have roomCara let the Moon come in and for a time I'm high as noonCara let the Moon come in and a profoundness had begunBut Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening's Sun
