"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said.
But I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before.
I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away.
She was standing in the rain,
Trying hard to speak my name.
They say first love never runs dry...

The waiter poured our memories into tiny cups.
We stumbled over words we longed to hear.
We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up
When the whistle caught the night
And shook silence from our lives
As the last train rolled toward the moon.

Those summer nights
When we were young
We bragged of things we'd never done,
We were dreamers, only dreamers.
And in our haste to grow too soon,
We left our innocence on Desert Moon.
We were dreamers, only dreamers.
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon...

I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights...
It echoes in the corners of my heart.
The night we stood and waited for the desert train...
All the words we meant to say...
All the chances swept away...
Still remain on the road to undo...

Those summer nights, when we were young
We bragged of things we'd never done,
We were dreamers, only dreamers.
Moments pass, and time moves on
But dreams remain for just as long
As there's dreamers
All the dreamers
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon...

This song really is one of my all-time favourites. It reminds me of being young, a mid-teen, when...well, when we were young. You've read it. There were summers when I thought fall would never come, much less the pressures of full adulthood. Those lines - "Moments pass, and time moves on, but dreams remain just as long as there's dreamers." Man, if that doesn't say it just perfectly...