Someday they'll lock the gate And your crescent moon will fall. Who will help you to your feet? Who'll say "Don't give up" again? They shot the streetlights out; I wondered if you knew That they had no choice that day-- Their hometown's burned away. When I saw you at the bay With your suitcase and your ring. You found the boat was on the rocks. Where's the warning sign? The place where I found you Was inside the doughnut shop. Then you heard the whistle blow, Much louder than my voice. I heard some kids, they said: "You can't be born again." And they had no choice that day-- Their hometown's burned away. If you never, ever, ever come back, come back to you... Your crescent moon will fall, again.