Friday, July 25, 2008

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.

2 comments:

Sandi said...

I really like Mary Chapin Carpenter. Thanks for sharing.

Desert Diva said...

We like so much of the same music! ;-)