The Moon In Your Pocket

When the moon falls right out of your pocket When a dime won't buy time of the day You can push you can pull you can knock it Let the tide take your troubles away When you're pulled by the tide of the morning When your eyes slowly drifted away There's a hand and it's out there before me Listen hard for the pound of the waves Listen hard for the pound of the waves When you're pulled by the tide of the morning When your eyes slowly drifted away There's a hand and it's out there before me Listen hard for the pound of the waves Listen hard for the pund of the waves