© 1998 Laurel Michaels

Many years ago 
We swore we’d leave this city life behind
I said go and you said no
From that moment on we drifted blind

Away from the crescent sky, from love’s early dawning
Where we used to lie, late at night, wide awake with longing

I left you much too late
To find it easy starting over one more time
Like a sailor left ashore
Wondering why each change of the tide adds a mile

From the crescent sky, from love’s early dawning
Where we used to lie, late at night, wide awake with longing

Oh the crescent sky, just before daylight
Between two worlds the magic flies