I had a bedroom in the basement
back in 1974,
a stereo beside a cluttered desk,
a stack of records on the floor.
I sat and listened to sad stories,
I was thinking how I'd lost you.
I felt that my heart might explode.
But then the moon peeked through my window.
It sent a bluish sort of light.
It was inviting me to join him.
It was a blue moon sort of night.
I grabbed my coat, walked out the back door,
down the alley to the street.
A bat was hunting near a streetlight.
The only sound was my own feet.
The sidewalks recognized my footsteps.
I'd walked them many times before.
A train was crying in the distance.
I knew who he was crying for.
I really had no place to go to
so I just took a walk downtown.
The stores were closed. The streets were empty.
A patrolman looked at me and frowned.
I walked through neighborhoods in darkness.
What else was there for me to do?
The moon looked down but he said nothing.
Of course my thoughts returned to you.
You'd often told me that you loved me
but I wasn't sure you were the one.
I had so many years ahead of me
and I was going to have some fun.
But then somebody stole your heart away
and it was me who was left alone.
It was then that I knew how it feels
I wandered on, almost unconscious.
The one thing on my mind was you.
If I could never be with you again
then what on earth was I to do?
Somehow I ended up at your house.
Your dog barked at me from your door.
But I couldn't bear to face you.
I turned around and walked some more.
How could I knock upon that door again
and tell you how I really feel?
The pain and guilt that tore my heart apart
I knew my eyes could not conceal.
And so I walked on through the darkness
without a clue where I might go.
The moon was my only companion
and he was neither friend nor foe.
I found I'd wandered to the graveyard.
I'd always known I'd end up there.
If not that night, well then some other,
and at that moment I didn't care.
But once in a blue moon something happens
and that something changes your life.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it.
I wanted you to be my wife.
And so I walked out of the graveyard,
not knowing when I would return.
I still had many miles ahead of me.
I still had lessons left to learn.
I ended up back in my bedroom
and everything turned out all right.
I don't recall now how I got there.
It was a blue moon sort of night.
Mark Sebring (2003) VIDEO
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