When Brooklyn breaks into Saturday the club rats scurrying away
And closing out and closing in, it's rare that something then begins
With promises like shining lights amidst the dawn of dying night
Through ringing amps and flattened beer and all my cues for getting out of here
But Cara let the Moon come in and windowsills again have room
Cara let the moon come in and for a time I'm high as noon
Cara let the Moon come in and I was sad I had to run
But Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening Sun
Now I'm an old and broken me
Too many rides upon the wind that carries hawks across the sea to hunt and shiver for their sins
Too many dreams are left to stand until the tide can knock them down
But remembering I reach my hand in case a few are still around
‘Cause Cara let the moon come in and windowsills again have room
Cara let the Moon come in and for a time I'm high as noon
Cara let the Moon come in and I was sad our set was done
But Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening Sun
So pass the bottle, Pack the bowl
Let's swap our tales of rock ‘n' roll
We have until the engine strums and the Prevo sails to Kingdom Come
Cara let the Moon come in and windowsills again have room
Cara let the Moon come in and for a time I'm high as noon
Cara let the Moon come in and a profoundness had begun
But Cara let the Moon come in and past upon the evening's Sun