yeah and the way she's on
you can feel her pulse
riding with your own
yeah and the way she flows with the moon
does it hold her back or spur her on?
might have been a memory
might have been a man
(back when, the fatherman)
might just be the wind along the limbs
but I just keep wishing you'd listen
(you'd listen)
so you be wise son, she's loving another age
in these machines, she's not at home
she needs the night alone to give it to the moon