The Moon and St. Christopher

When I was young I spoke like a child,

and I saw with a child's eyes

And an open door was to a girl

like the stars are to the sky

It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations

With adventures for the stout of heart, and the lure of the open spaces

There's two lanes running down this road, and whichever side you're on

Accounts for where you want to go, or what you're running from

Back when darkness overtook me on a blind man's curve

I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon

I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher

Now I've paid my dues cause I have owed them,

but I've paid a price sometimes

For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times

Now I have run from the arms of lovers,

I have run from the hands of kindness,

I've run just because I can

But now I'm grown and I speak like a woman

and I see with a woman's eyes

And an open door is to me now like the saddest of goodbyes

but it's too late for turning back, so I pray for the heart and the nerve

And I rely upon the moon, I rely upon the moon

I rely upon the moon and Saint Christopher.