'Desert Moon' by Dennis DeYoung

¾È³çÇϼ¼¿ä? ÆË½º À×±Û¸®½ÃÀÇ ºÎÁö¿µÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ³²Àڴ ù»ç¶ûÀ» ÀØÁö ¸øÇÑ´Ù, ¹¹ ±×·± Á¦¸ñÀÇ ³ë·¡µµ ÀÖ´øµ¥¿ä. ¿©ÀÚ Áß¿¡µµ ù»ç¶ûÀ» ÀØÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¸¹Áö ¾ÊÀ»±î ½Í½À´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¾Æ·ÃÇÑ Ã¹»ç¶ûÀÇ ±â¾ïÀ» °¡Áø »ç¶÷µéÀº ¾ðÁ¨°¡, ¿ì¿¬È÷, ù»ç¶û°ú ¸¶ÁÖÄ¡´Â ³¯À» ÇÑ ¹øÂëÀº ±×·Áº¼ ÅÙµ¥¿ä. ±×·± ù»ç¶û°úÀÇ ¿ì¿¬ÇÑ ¸¸³²À» ±×¸° ³ë·¡°¡ ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.

³×, µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µ(Dennis DeYoung)ÀÌ ºÎ¸¥ ³ë·¡ÁÒ. ¡®Desert Moon (»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ)¡¯ ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â ûÃëÀÚ ½Åû°îÀ̱⵵ Çѵ¥¿ä. ÆË¼ÛÀ¸·Î ¹è¿ì´Â ¿µ¾î ¡®ÆË½º À×±Û¸®½Ã¡¯, ¿À´ÃÀº µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÇ ³ë·¡ ¡®Desert Moon¡¯ÀÇ °¡»ç ÇØ¼®ÇØ º¸°í¿ä. ¿©·¯ °¡Áö µÞ¾ê±âµµ ¾Ë¾Æº¸°Ú½À´Ï´Ù. ¿À´Ã ¿µ¾î °¡»ç ³¶µ¶Àº VOA ¿µ¾î ¹æ¼ÛÀÇ Á¶Áö ±×·Î¿ì(George Grow) ¾¾ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

(1Àý)
"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said
¡°ÀÌ ±âÂ÷°¡ »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ·Î °¡´Â ±âÂ÷Àΰ¡¿ä?¡± ±× ¿©ÀÎÀº ±×·¸°Ô¸¸ ¸»Çß¾î¿ä

But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª´Â ±× ³¸¼± ÀÌÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ¿¹Àü¿¡ µéÀº ÀûÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾ÆÂ÷·ÈÁÒ

I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away
±× ¿©ÀÎÀÇ ´«À» º¸·Á°í µ¹¾Æ¼¹Áö¸¸, ±× ¿©ÀÎÀº ¸ÖÂġ ¹°·¯³µ¾î¿ä

¡®move away¡¯´Â ¿©±â¼­ ¡®¸Ö¾îÁö´Ù¡¯¶õ Àǹ̷Π¾²¿´´Âµ¥¿ä. º¸Åë ¡®move away¡¯Çϸé, ¡®ÀÌ»ç °¡´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀ¸·Î ¸¹ÀÌ ¾²ÁÒ. ¡°Alice used to live across the street, but she moved away a couple of years ago.¡± ¡°¾Ù¸®½º°¡ ±æ °Ç³Ê¿¡ »ì¾Ò¾ú´Âµ¥¿ä, ÇÏÁö¸¸ 2³â Àü¿¡ ÀÌ»ç °¬½À´Ï´Ù.¡±

She was standing in the rain
±× ¿©ÀÎÀº ºø¼Ó¿¡ ¼­ ÀÖ¾úÁÒ

Trying hard to speak my name
Èûµé°Ô ³» À̸§À» ¸»Çϸ鼭

They say first love never runs dry
ù »ç¶ûÀº Àý´ë ¸¶¸£Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù°í ÇÏÁÒ

¡®run dry¡¯´Â ¡®¹°ÀÌ ¸¶¸£´Ù, Àç¿ø µîÀÌ °í°¥µÇ´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ¡°Because of the recent drought, the wells in the village have run dry.¡± ¡°ÃÖ±Ù °¡¹³ ¶§¹®¿¡ ¸¶À»ÀÇ ¿ì¹°¹°ÀÌ ¸ðµÎ ¸»¶ó¹ö·È½À´Ï´Ù.¡± ¡°The Social Security trust fund might run dry in a few years because so many people will be retiring.¡± ¡°³Ê¹«³ª ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÀºÅðÇϱ⠶§¹®¿¡, ¸î ³â ¾È¿¡ »çȸº¸Àå ±â±ÝÀÌ ¹Ù´Ú³¯Áöµµ ¸ð¸¨´Ï´Ù.¡±

³×, µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÇ ³ë·¡ ¡®Desert Moon (»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ)¡¯, 1Àý °¡»ç ÇØ¼®ÇØ ºÃ½À´Ï´Ù. µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀº ¹Ì±¹ ½ÃÄ«°í Ãâ½Å ¾Ç´Ü ¡®½ºÆ½½º(Styx)¡¯ÀÇ ´Ü¿øÀ̾ú´Âµ¥¿ä. ½ºÆ½½º´Â 1970³â´ë¿Í 80³â´ë¿¡ ¡®Lady (¾Æ°¡¾¾)¡¯, ¡®Babe (±×´ë)¡¯, ¡®The Best of Times (ÃÖ°íÀÇ ¼ø°£)¡¯, ÀÌ·± ³ë·¡·Î Å« Àα⸦ ´©¸° ¾Ç´ÜÀÔ´Ï´Ù. µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀº ½ºÆ½½º¿¡¼­ ³ë·¡¿Í Űº¸µå, ÀÛ°îÀ» ´ã´çÇߴµ¥¿ä. Áö±Ý Àá±ñ µéÀ¸½Å ¡®Lady¡¯, ¡®Babe¡¯ ¸ðµÎ µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÌ ÀÛ°îÇß½À´Ï´Ù. µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀº 1984³â¿¡ ¡®Desert Moon¡¯À̶õ Á¦¸ñÀ¸·Î ¼Ö·Î ¾Ù¹üÀ» ³Â´Âµ¥¿ä. ±× ¾Ù¹ü¿¡ ½Ç¸° °°Àº Á¦¸ñÀÇ ³ë·¡°¡ ºôº¸µå Àα⠼øÀ§ 10À§¿¡ ¿À¸£¸é¼­, ¼Ö·Î °¡¼ö·Î¼­ °¡´É¼ºÀ» º¸¿©Áá°í¿ä. 1999³âºÎÅÍ´Â ½ºÆ½½º¿¡¼­ Å»ÅðÇØ¼­ ¼Ö·Î·Î Ȱµ¿Çϰí ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù.

(2Àý)
The waiter poured our memories in a tiny cup
¿þÀÌÅͰ¡ ÀÛÀº ÄÅ¿¡ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Ãß¾ïÀ» µû¸£³×¿ä

We stumbled over words we longed to hear
¿ì¸®´Â ¼­·Î µè°í ½Í¾ú´ø ¸»À» Á¦´ë·Î ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÏ°í ´õµë°Å·ÈÁÒ

¡®stumble over¡¯´Â ¿©±â¼­ ¡®´õµë°Å¸®¸ç ¸»ÇÏ´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ¡°When the customer started yelling at her, Mary stumbled over her reply.¡± ¡°¼Õ´ÔÀÌ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸£±â ½ÃÀÛÇÏÀÚ, ¸Þ¸®´Â Á¦´ë·Î ´ë´äÀ» ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÏ°í ´õµë´ò½À´Ï´Ù.¡± ±×·±°¡ ÇÏ¸é ¡®stumble over~¡¯´Â ¡®trip over~¡¯¿Í ¸¶Âù°¡Áö·Î ¡®~¿¡ °É·Á¼­ ºñƲ°Å¸®´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æµµ µÇÁÒ. ¡°Don¡¯t lie down on the floor, somebody can stumble over you.¡± ¡°¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ´¯Áö ¸¶¼¼¿ä. ´©°¡ ¹ß¿¡ °É·Á¼­ ³Ñ¾îÁúÁöµµ ¸ð¸£Àݾƿä.¡±

We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up
¿ì¸®°¡ ÀÒ¾î¹ö¸° ²Þ, Æ÷±âÇÑ ²ÞÀ» ¾ê±âÇßÁÒ

When the whistle caught the night
¹ã¿¡ ±âÀû ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¿ï·Á ÆÛÁö¸é¼­

And shook silence from my life
°í¿äÇÑ ³» »îÀ» Èçµé¾úÀ» ¶§

As the last train rolled toward the moon
¸¶Áö¸· ±âÂ÷°¡ ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ´Þ·Á°¡´Â °¡¿îµ¥

³×, µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÇ ¼Ö·Î µ¥ºß°î ¡®Desert Moon(»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ)¡¯, µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÌ Á÷Á¢ °îÀ» ¾²°í °¡»ç¸¦ ºÙ¿´´Âµ¥¿ä. 1Àý¿¡¼­´Â ¿ì¿¬È÷ ±âÂ÷¿ª¿¡¼­ ù»ç¶û ¿©Àΰú ¸¶ÁÖÄ¡´Â ³»¿ëÀ» ´ã°í ÀÖ½À´Ï´Ù. ¹æ±Ý µéÀ¸½Å 2Àý¿¡¼­´Â µÎ »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÂþÁý¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼­, Ãß¾ïÀ» ´õµë´Â Àå¸éÀ» Ç¥ÇöÇϰí Àִµ¥¿ä. ¼­·Î º¸°í ½Í¾ú´Ù, ±×¸®¿ü´Ù, ¾ê±âÇÏ°í ½ÍÁö¸¸, Á¦´ë·Î Ç¥ÇöÇÏÁö ¸øÇÏ°í ¸Ó¹µ°Å¸®´Âµ¥¿ä. ÇѹãÁß¿¡ ¿ä¶õÇÏ°Ô ¿ï·Á ÆÛÁö´Â ±âÀû ¼Ò¸®Ã³·³ ±×µ¿¾È Æò¿ÂÇß´ø »îÀÌ Èçµé¸®´Â ¸ð½ÀÀÔ´Ï´Ù. °è¼ÓÇØ¼­ Èķű¸ ÇØ¼®ÇØ º¸ÁÒ.

(ÈÄ·Å)
Those summer nights, when we were young
±× ¿©¸§³¯µé, ¿ì¸®°¡ Àþ¾úÀ» ¶§

We bragged of things we'd never done
¿ì¸®´Â Àý´ë ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ÀϵéÀ» ÀÚ¶û½º·¹ ¾ê±âÇßÁÒ

brag´Â ¡®ÀÚ¶ûÇÏ´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀä. ¿©±â¼­´Â ´ÙÀ½¿¡ of°¡ ¿Ô´Âµ¥, º¸Åë brag ´ÙÀ½¿¡´Â aboutÀ» ¾¹´Ï´Ù. ¡°Ann always brags about something or other. She¡¯s so full of herself.¡± ¡°¾ØÀº ´Ã ¹º°¡¸¦ ÀÚ¶ûÇØ¿ä. ³Ê¹« Àß³­ ü°¡ ½ÉÇØ¿ä.¡±

We were dreamers, only dreamers
¿ì¸®´Â ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ̾úÁÒ, ±×Àú ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé

And in our haste, to grow up too soon
±×¸®°í ¼­µÑ·¯¼­, »¡¸® ¾î¸¥ÀÌ µÇ´À¶ó

¡®in haste¡¯´Â ¡®¼­µÑ·¯¼­, ¼º±ÞÇϰԡ¯¶õ ¶æÀÌÁÒ. ¡°Gus always finishes his homework in great haste.¡± ¡°°Å½º´Â Ç×»ó ±ÞÇÏ°Ô ¼­µÑ·¯¼­ ¼÷Á¦¸¦ ³¡³À´Ï´Ù.¡± ¡®in one¡¯s haste¡¯´Â ¡®¼­µÎ¸¥ ³ª¸ÓÁö'¶õ ¶æÀä. ¡°In my haste to get here, I forgot to bring my wallet.¡± ¡°¿©±â ¿À´À¶ó ¼­µÎ¸¥ ³ª¸ÓÁö, Áö°©À» µÎ°í ¿Ô½À´Ï´Ù.¡±

We left our innocence on Desert Moon
¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¼ø¼ö¸¦ »ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡ µÎ°í ¿Ô¾î¿ä

We were dreamers, only dreamers
¿ì¸®´Â ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ̾úÁÒ, ±×Àú ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé

On Desert Moon
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼­

Desert Moon
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ

Èķű¸ ÇØ¼®ÇØ ºÃ½À´Ï´Ù. ¿©±â Desert Moon(»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ)ÀÌ ¹«½¼ ¶æÀÎÁö´Â È®½ÇÈ÷ ¾Ë±â ¾î·Á¿îµ¥¿ä. µÎ »ç¶÷ÀÌ »ç¶ûÇß´ø Ãß¾ï ¼ÓÀÇ ¼ø°£, ¼ø¼öÇß´ø ½ÃÀýÀ» ÀǹÌÇÏÁö ¾Ê³ª ½Í½À´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ ³ë·¡ °¡»ç¸¦ Àß µé¾îº¸¸é ¿µÈ­ÀÇ ÇÑ Àå¸é °°Àº ´À³¦ÀÌ µå´Âµ¥¿ä. »ç½Ç ¿ø·¡´Â ¿µÈ­ À½¾ÇÀ» ¾²·Á´Ù°¡ ³ª¿Â °îÀ̶ó°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ´ç½Ã ¡®Dune(¸ð·¡ ¾ð´ö)¡¯À̶õ ¿µÈ­ Á¦ÀÛÀÚµéÀÌ µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µ¿¡°Ô À½¾ÇÀ» ºÎŹÇß°í¿ä. ±×·¡¼­ »ç¸·ÀÇ À̹ÌÁö¸¦ ¶°¿Ã¸®¸é¼­ ³ë·¡¸¦ ±¸»ó ÁßÀ̾ú´Âµ¥, °á±¹ ÀÛ°î ÀÇ·Ú°¡ ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô ³Ñ¾î°¬´Ù°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ÇÏÁö¸¸ °è¼Ó ¿µÈ­ °°Àº ºÐÀ§±âÀÇ °îÀ» »ý°¢Çß°í¿ä. ±×·¯´Ù°¡ ¿Ï¼ºÇÑ °ÍÀÌ ÀÌ ¡®Dessert Moon¡¯À̶ó°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

(3Àý)
I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights
³ª´Â ±× ¿©¸§¹ãÀÇ ¼Ó»èÀÓÀ» ¾ÆÁ÷µµ µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä

It echoes in the corners of my heart
³» ¸¶À½ ±¸¼®±¸¼®¿¡¼­ ¸Þ¾Æ¸®Ä¡ÁÒ

The night we stood waiting for the desert train
´ÞÀÇ »ç¸·À¸·Î °¡´Â ±âÂ÷¸¦ ±â´Ù¸®¸ç ¼­ ÀÖ´ø ¹ã

All the words we meant to say
¿ì¸®°¡ ÇÏ·Á°í Çß´ø ¸»µé

All the chances swept away
¸ðµç ±âȸ´Â »ç¶óÁ® ¹ö·ÈÁÒ

Still remain on the road to undo
´Ù½Ã ¿ø»óÅ·Πµ¹·ÁÁö±â À§ÇØ ¾ÆÁ÷ °Å¸®¿¡ µß±¼°í ÀÖÁÒ

³×, 3Àý °¡»ç ÇØ¼®ÇØ ºÃ½À´Ï´Ù. ¿ì¿¬È÷ ¸¶ÁÖÄ£ ù»ç¶ûÀÇ ¿¬ÀεéÀÌ ´Ù½Ã ¼­·Î °¢ÀÚ °¥ ±æÀ» °¬´Ù´Â ¾ê±âÁÒ. ´Ù½Ã ½ÃÀÛÇÒ ±âȸ°¡ ÀÖ¾úÁö¸¸, ³õÄ¡°í ¸»¾Ò´Ù´Â °Ì´Ï´Ù. ¿©±â¼­ ´Ù½Ã Èķű¸°¡ ¹Ýº¹µÇ´Âµ¥¿ä. µÞºÎºÐ °¡»ç°¡ ¾à°£ ´Ù¸¨´Ï´Ù. µé¾îº¸½ÃÁÒ.

(ÈÄ·Å)
Those summer nights, when we were young
±× ¿©¸§³¯µé, ¿ì¸®°¡ Àþ¾úÀ» ¶§

We bragged of things we'd never done
¿ì¸®´Â Àý´ë ÇÏÁö ¾ÊÀº ÀϵéÀ» ÀÚ¶û½º·¹ ¾ê±âÇßÁÒ

We were dreamers, only dreamers
¿ì¸®´Â ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ̾úÁÒ, ±×Àú ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé

Moments pass, and time moves on
¼ø°£Àº Áö³ª°¡°í, ½Ã°£µµ Èê·¯°¡ÁÒ

¡®move on¡¯Àº ¿©±â¼­ ¡®½Ã°£ÀÌ È帣´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀ¸·Î ¾²¿´½À´Ï´Ù. ¡°The hours moved on.¡± ¡°½Ã°£ÀÌ Èê·¯°¬½À´Ï´Ù.¡± ±×·±°¡ ÇÏ¸é ¡®move on¡¯Àº ¶Ç ¾î¶² ³ª»Û ÀÏÀ» °ÞÀº µÚ¿¡ ¡®Åоî¹ö¸®°í »ì´Ù, °è¼Ó »ì¾Æ°¡´Ù¡¯¶õ ¶æÀ¸·Î ¸¹ÀÌ ¾²ÁÒ. ¡°You can¡¯t change what has already happened. So don¡¯t waste your time thinking about it. You need to move on.¡± ¡°ÀÌ¹Ì ÀϾ ÀÏÀ» ¹Ù²Ü ¼ö´Â ¾ø¾î¿ä. ±×·¯´Ï °è¼Ó ±× ÀÏÀ» »ý°¢Çϸ鼭 ½Ã°£ ³¶ºñÇÏÁö ¸¶¼¼¿ä. Åоî¹ö¸®°í »ì¾Æ¾ß ÇØ¿ä.¡±

But dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamers
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ÀÖ´Â ÇÑ, ²ÞÀº °è¼Ó ³²¾Æ ÀÖÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä

¡®as long as~¡¯´Â ¡®~ÇÏ´Â ÇÑ¡¯À̶õ ¶æÀÌÁÒ. ¡°We¡¯ll go hiking tomorrow as long as it doesn¡¯t snow.¡± ¡°³»ÀÏ ´«¸¸ ¿ÀÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é µî»ê °¥ °Ì´Ï´Ù.¡±

All the dreamers
¸ðµç ²Þ²Ù´Â »ç¶÷µé

On Desert Moon
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ¿¡¼­

Desert Moon
»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ

³×, ½ºÆ½½º ´Ü¿øÀ̾ú´ø µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÇ ¼Ö·Î µ¥ºß°î ¡®Dessert Moon¡¯ °¡»ç ÇØ¼®ÇØ ºÃ½À´Ï´Ù. µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀº ´ç½Ã ¼Ö·Î Ȱµ¿À» ¿øÇؼ­ ÇÑ °Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ú´Ù°í ¸»Çß½À´Ï´Ù. ´ç½Ã ´Ù¸¥ ´Ü¿ø ÇÑ ¸íÀÌ Å»ÅðÇϸ鼭, ¾Ç´Ü Ȱµ¿ÀÌ Èûµé¾îÁ³°í¿ä. Å»ÅðÇÑ ´Ü¿øÀÌ µ¹¾Æ¿À±æ ±â´Ù¸®¸é¼­ ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ ³ìÀ½Çß´Ù°í Çϴµ¥¿ä. ¸¸¾à ±× ´Ü¿øÀÌ Å»ÅðÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´õ¶ó¸é, ¡®Dessert Moon¡¯µµ ¼Ö·Î°îÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó, ½ºÆ½½º ¾Ç´ÜÀÇ °îÀÌ µÆÀ» °Å¶ó¸é¼­ ¾Æ½¬¿òÀ» Ç¥½ÃÇϱ⵵ Çß½À´Ï´Ù.

±×·³ ¿©±â¼­ ¿À´Ã ³ª¿Â Ç¥Çö ¸î °¡Áö º¹½ÀÇØ º¸ÁÒ. ¡®move away¡¯´Â ¡®ÀÌ»ç °¡´Ù¡¯, ¡®run dry¡¯´Â ¡®¹°ÀÌ ¸¶¸£´Ù, Àç¿ø µîÀÌ °í°¥µÇ´Ù¡¯, ¡®stumble over¡¯´Â ¡®´õµë°Å¸®¸ç ¸»ÇÏ´Ù¡¯, ¶Ç´Â ¡®~¿¡ °É·Á¼­ ºñƲ°Å¸®´Ù¡¯, ¡®in haste¡¯´Â ¡®¼­µÑ·¯¼­, ¼º±ÞÇϰԡ¯, ¡®as long as~¡¯´Â ¡®~ÇÏ´Â ÇÑ¡¯, ÀÌ·± ¶æÀÔ´Ï´Ù.

ÆË½º À×±Û¸®½Ã, ÀÌÁ¦ ¶Ç Çì¾îÁú ½Ã°£Àä. µ¥´Ï½º µð¿µÀÇ ³ë·¡ ¡®Desert Moon(»ç¸·ÀÇ ´Þ)¡¯, óÀ½ºÎÅÍ ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø µéÀ¸¸é¼­ ¿À´Ã ½Ã°£ ¸¶Ä¨´Ï´Ù. ¿©·¯ºÐ, ¾È³çÈ÷ °è¼¼¿ä. (JJB)

Desert Moon by Dennis DeYoung
"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said
But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before
I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away
She was standing in the rain
Trying hard to speak my name
They say first love never runs dry

The waiter poured our memories in a tiny cup
We stumbled over words we longed to hear
We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up
When the whistle caught the night
And shook silence from my life
As the last train rolled toward the moon

Those summer nights, when we were young
We bragged of things we'd never done
We were dreamers, only dreamers
And in our haste, to grow up too soon
We left our innocence on Desert Moon
We were dreamers, only dreamers
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon

I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights
It echoes in the corners of my heart
The night we stood waiting for the desert train
All the words we meant to say
All the chances swept away
Still remain on the road to undo

Those summer nights, when we were young
We bragged of things we'd never done
We were dreamers, only dreamers
Moments pass, and time moves on
But dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamers
All the dreamers
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon