Looking for the Moon [Early Version]
(Tom Paxton)

My heart is in the mountains, while my body's on this train.
My thoughts are half a million miles away.
There's sunshine in the city but it might as well be rain
God, just once I'd love to hear the conductor say:

Are you looking for the moon?
Would you dance with her tonight?
Would you chase her 'cross the shadows
As she goes slipping out of sight?
Leaving common sense behind you
For a joy that ends too soon.
Rushing through the forest blind,
Never knowing what you'll find
When you go looking for the moon.

I don't look out the window; I just close my eyes and dream:
I wade into the river, and I'm fine.
For the mayfly hatch is rising all along my golden stream,
Till the waters part and a trout is on my line.

Are you looking for the moon?
Would you dance with her tonight?
Would you chase her 'cross the shadows
As she goes slipping out of sight?
Leaving common sense behind you
For a joy that ends too soon.
Rushing through the forest blind,
Never knowing what you'll find
When you go looking for the moon.

The young man who was fearless is hidden from my view;
I always miss him most this time of year.
For the flowers are on the mountain and all the world is new,
As memory comes and whispers in my ear.

Are you looking for the moon?
Would you dance with her tonight?
Would you chase her 'cross the shadows
As she goes slipping out of sight?
Leaving common sense behind you
For a joy that ends too soon.
Rushing through the forest blind,
Never knowing what you'll find
When you go looking for the moon.