Oh the moon was young,
And the time felt right,
When I settled home,
That deep summer night.
We shared our late stories,
In sweet harmony,
Oh we were living like we found the light.
Oh we were living so right.

How I miss the times,
When the stars were our rhyme,
When we’d dwell on nothing but the truth.
But now I’m lost in life,
And I’m tired of time,
So forgive me for missing you.

Now there’s a man at a movie,
And he swears he once knew me,
As he sits there pondering his wrongs.
He let’s the dark rob him empty,
And he feeds on the feeling,
Of knowing it wasn’t his fault.

He says I miss the times,
When the stars were our rhyme,
When we’d dwell on nothing but the truth.
But now I’m lost in life,
And I’m tired of time,
So forgive me for missing you.

Missing you.

Oh we met on the green,
Of the Big Apple scene,
Two hands in one.
With a pen and a tree,
We wrote truthfully,
Our late stories in the night.

And we say we miss the times,
When the stars were our rhyme,
When we’d dwell on nothing but the truth.
But now I’m lost in life,
And I’m tired of time,
So forgive me for missing you.