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Cowboy Junkies Crescent Moon

I don't know how I survived those days Before I held your hand Well, I never thought that I would be the one To admit that the moon and the sun shine

If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup

Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale

If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is

Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I

As his eyes in the mirror Reduce me to flesh and bone Check under his floorboard, mama 'Cause that razor's not just a threat to me He'll be slicin' tiny crescents

Reach a hand to the crescent moon Grab hold of the hollow If she sits in the palm of the left That moon will be fuller tomorrow If she sits in the palm

And I don't know how I survived those days Before I held your hand Well I never thought that I would be the one To admit that the moon and the sun Shine

My first recollection is a day in December Black iron steam engine covered in ice Like some Precambrian monster Moaning and snorting Nothing was ever