Is this the train to Desert Moon? nwas all she saidnbut I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before.nI turned to look into her eyes, but she moved awaynShe was standing in the rainnTrying hard to speak my namenThey say first love never runs drynnThe waiter poured our memories in a tiny cupnWe stumbled over words we longed to hearnWe talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given upnWhen the whistle caught the nightnAnd shook silence from my lifenAs the last train rolled toward the moonnnThose summer nightsnWhen we were youngnWe bragged of thingsnWe'd never donenWe were dreamers, only dreamersnAnd in our hastenTo grow up too soonnWe left our innocence on Desert MoonnWe were dreamers, only dreamersnOn Desert MoonnOn Desert MoonnOn Desert MoonnDesert MoonnnI still can hear the whisper of the summer nightsnIt echoes in the corners of my heartnThe night is true and waiting for the desert trainnAll the words we meant to saynAll the chances swept awaynStill remain on the road to undonnThose summer nights, when we were youngnWe bragged of things we'd never donenWe were dreamers, only dreamersnMoments pass, and time moves onnBut dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamersnAll the dreamersnnOn Desert MoonnOn Desert MoonnOn Desert MoonnDesert Moon