Level 42 - Lasso The Moon lyrics
[Level 42 - Lasso The Moon lyrics]
She carries the water from the
Well in the morning
While the sand burns her feet
The sun only stares
And the loneliness lingers with
Slow grasping fingers
As the afternoon withers the
Flowers in her hair
Then night fills the sky as
She sit's on the hillside
And memories drift by like
Clouds past the stars
Recalling romances and all the bright chances
But none of them lasted they
Passed through her heart
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
She falls asleep and her
Dreams are her blanket
And she shares with the moon
The secret she knows
As the dawn leaves it's tears
To wash the dry valley
The tears of a woman can wash a man's soul
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And I say -
I am a man who can build a good fire
And my passion's as wide as
The sky at high noon come take my hand
It's as strong as your longing
Just say the word and I'll lasso the moon
Well in the morning
While the sand burns her feet
The sun only stares
And the loneliness lingers with
Slow grasping fingers
As the afternoon withers the
Flowers in her hair
Then night fills the sky as
She sit's on the hillside
And memories drift by like
Clouds past the stars
Recalling romances and all the bright chances
But none of them lasted they
Passed through her heart
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
She falls asleep and her
Dreams are her blanket
And she shares with the moon
The secret she knows
As the dawn leaves it's tears
To wash the dry valley
The tears of a woman can wash a man's soul
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as
The sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And I say -
I am a man who can build a good fire
And my passion's as wide as
The sky at high noon come take my hand
It's as strong as your longing
Just say the word and I'll lasso the moon