Talking to the Moon

One of my favorite songs, by one of my favorite singers, for someone I miss...

Talking to the Moon
Don Henley

When the hot September sun down in Texas
Has sucked the streams bone dry, and turned the roads to dust,
In the sleepy little towns down in Texas
The shades are all pulled down, the streets are all rolled up.

And the only thing that breaks the silence are the trucks a-passing by,
And late at night on the front porch swing you can hear a mournful sigh.
And the lonesome whip-or-will cries to the stars above.
He was calling out for his lady love, she's been gone so long.

I was just talking to the moon,
hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold.

And the wind across the plains
Is all that now remains.
You know the night shakes loose the names,
but they never quite go back the way they came.

So goodbye, rodeo,
It's a long, funny way for a man to go
And never change, never change at all.

I was just talking to the moon,
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
The memory of you, too hard to hold.
I was just talking to the moon
Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
the memory of you .