(Mike Scott)



I pictured a rainbow

You held it in your hands

I had flashes

You saw the plan

I wandered out in the world for years

While you just stayed in your room

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon



You were there in the turnstiles

With the wind at your heels

You stretched for the stars

And you know how it feels

To reach too high

Too far

Too soon

You saw the whole of the moon



I was grounded

While you filled the skies

I was dumbfounded by truth

You cut through lies

I saw the rain dirty valley

You saw "Brigadoon"

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon



I spoke about wings

You just flew

I wondered, I guessed and I tried

You just knew

I sighed

But you swooned

I saw the crescent

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon

The whole of the moon



The torch in your pocket 

And the wind on your heels

You climbed on a ladder

And you know how it feels

To reach too high

Too far

Too soon

You saw the whole of the moon

The whole of the moon



Popcorn and cannonballs

All the season's fears

Trumpets, towers, and tenaments

Wide oceans full of tears

Flags, rags, ferryboats

Senators and scars

Every precious dream and vision

Underneath the stars

You climbed on a ladder

With the wind in your sails

You came like a comet

Blazing your trail

Too high

Too far

Too soon

You saw the whole of the moon