Shadows of the Moonlight

See the moonlight casts a shadow
Down across the placid lake
As quiet as a whisper on a pillow
A formless darkness taking shape

What makes the future so forgettable?
Who keeps the past there in its place
Through the frenzied pace of time untenable
Tracing storylines across our face?
Upon our face
Oh upon our face
Tracing storylines upon our face

Behold the days behave like cattle
Lost like stars against the sun
God’s a lonesome cowboy, we’re his saddle
We’ll be driving those days til the darkness come
Til the darkness come
Til the dark has come
We'll be driving those days
Til the morning sun

See the sun has smudged the blackness
Where first the lights of morning touch
And the sky will host that daily pageant
Of purple, crimson, orange and such
Like gold and rust
Like gold and rust
He’ll be driving that herd
To the morning sun

Where do we begin the journey?
Where does the path lay itself low
On the western front like a fire burning
What daylight left like white hot coal

Behold the night in all directions
The moon which God hath hung in place
With Her left hand like some mirrored reflection
To wax and wane and pass in phase
Yeah, to pass in phase
Oh to pass and fade
Over a formless darkness taking shape
A formless darkness taking shape
It's a formless darkness taking shape