Through the creek, dirty faces scratched up feet

Dying sun, simple questions

Down the road, telling stories as we go

Greeted with, booms of laughter



Well I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon



And we shot those bottle rockets on the 5th of July

Struck the stars out of the sky

And there was no second guessing where our paths would lie

It's never too late to feel alive



And I thought you'd hung the moon

Yeah, I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon



A young bird died, left his feathers to the wind

What a flight he'd had

An old man sighed his last

He hadn't really lived

And heard the past slide with the sunset



Well I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon



See where's your home

It was a broken fence

It was a gravel road

It was a bar stool



See where's your heart

It was a camera lens

It was an open stage

It was an encore



Well I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon

I thought you'd hung the moon