Songs

                       

Flying to the Moon

03:56
Ajay Mathur

Story

'Flying to the Moon', with its crossover country feel touches on the topic of a fulfilled life aging graciously, of long-term relationships with loss and loneliness that affects some of us at the twilight of our lives.

Lyrics

a little short of a hundred winters, weigh heavy upon her back and shoulders, like the load that she carries on her final road of days. her eyes have seen, many years and season, coming slowly, to a close, as the night approaches, now she just has her soul, in prayer to save. look at the stars, look at the sun (look at the sun), how the years go down like summer rain, when you're havin' fun. living it up in the night like a shooting star, now the tide is slowly turning, tomorrow i might be flying to the moon. in her fragile fingers she holds some flowers, fresh, from the mornin' dew an' every day she spends some hours, in memories beside her husband's tomb. each mornin' makes her day a little shorter, an' the road to the graveyard longer, to her agin' bones, that her waning strength betray. look at the stars, look at the sun (look at the sun), how the years go down like summer rain, when you're havin' fun. living it up in the night like a shooting star, now the tide is slowly turning, tomorrow i might be flying to the moon. oh how the years go down with laughter and with tears of joy and pain, now the seasons change, tide will turn and the infant spring will melt this snow away. look at the stars, look at the sun (look at the sun), how the years go down like summer rain, when you're havin' fun. living it up in the night like a shooting star, now the tide is slowly turning, tomorrow i might be flying to the moon