I stand alone, outside your window
I stand alone, are you there?
Are you dreaming, do you care?
I stand alone, under your window
I stand alone, are you there?
Are you dreaming, do you care?
I'm not asking you to make a choice
Just decide your self just what is real
And decide yourself what makes you happy
And decide yourself just how to feel
And your days bring harder ways
And you nights bring harder days
Can't you see what I'm going through,
I'm at war with the moon.
Here in the road, this all makes sense
Here in the road, past and perfect tense
I know now what I need.
Will you carry me through the land
Will you carry me through the sand
Just like Jesus in that poem, footprints
I'm not asking you to make a choice
Just decide your self just what is real
And decide yourself what makes you happy
And decide yourself just how to feel
And your days bring harder ways
And you nights bring harder days
Can't you see what I'm going through,
I'm at war with the moon.