Desert moondennis deyoung"is this the train to desert moon?" was all she saidbut i knew i'd heard that stranger's voice before.i turned to look into her eyes, but she moved awayshe was standing in the raintrying hard to speak my namethey say first love never runs drythe waiter poured our memories in a tiny cupwe stumbled over words we longed to hearwe talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given upwhen the whistle caught the nightand shook silence from my lifeas the last train rolled toward the moonthose summer nightswhen we were youngwe bragged of thingswe'd never donewe were dreamers, only dreamersand in our hasteto grow up too soonwe left our innocence on desert moonwe were dreamers, only dreamerson desert moonon desert moonon desert moondesert mooni still can hear the whisper of the summer nightsit echoes in the corners of my heartthe night is true and waiting for the desert trainall the words we meant to sayall the chances swept awaystill remain on the road to undothose summer nights, when we were youngwe bragged of things we'd never donewe were dreamers, only dreamersmoments pass, and time moves onbut dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamersall the dreamerson desert moonon desert moonon desert moondesert moon