Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cara Let The Moon, artist - Blues Traveler.
Date of issue: 24.06.2012
Song language: English
Cara Let The Moon |
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 son |