Santiago

The wind blows warm and gently. -- This night is young and bright
A lady in black walks slowly -- past purple flashing lights
While traffic keeps on crawling - through the summer night

See how the night reflects on her face?
The moon is watching the scene from above:
the waiting, the wondering, the meaning thereof
...

From out of town a stranger, -- a dark import sedan
The clock just keeps on turning. -- Tonight he has no plans
A french cigarette is burning -- slowly in his hand

See how the night reflects on his face?
The full moon watching the scene from above
the waiting, the wondering, the meaning thereof
...


The wind blows cool and fresh now -- this night is old and dark
The lady in black walks lonely -- the night has left it's mark
She wishes she had only -- made that last remark

See how the moonlight reflects on her face?
It seems to be asking what might have been
If only the words could come out from within
The moon disappears for the day.

His mirror sees the city -- slowly fade away
Along the miles of highway -- the radio still plays
His heart hurts with desire -- for words he could not say

See how the moonlight reflects on his face?
It seems to be asking what might have been
If only the words could come out from within
The moon disappeared for the day.

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