Its the first full moon of fall Forty miles east of phoenix Im getting ready to try again Because I don't want this feeling to end So im following the haleys comet Up and over these mountains again Heading down into boulder Im going to try to win em over With a charming sense of humor With the touch of your hand Drifting behind the wheel I think in one split second Yeah I could just disappear Im asking the sky for an answer Why did you curse me with this gift When half the time I don't even think im worth it With my charming sense of humor With just the touch of my hand Oh but did you know that you make me cry Every time I hear you sing that song Did you know that I am out here screaming along And when my true north is gone I search for Orion in the sky
With your charming sense of humor With just the touch of your hand Cause you always sing your truth With your charming sense of humor Because youve always sung your truth More from Melissa Ferrick