Index Moon

We were all the blue skies good luck

bad news travels fast

sets in slowly

Mourning of an early loss

the words came out of us

bells were all ringing out loud

Left her side for the sake

of rain on a sunny day

we all get left behind sometimes and times all we have

the index moon was right

I was thinking about a friend

train whistles blowing

Echoing out a past

splintered word and ash

bells were all ringing out loud

left her side for the sake

of rain on a sunny day

we all get left behind sometimes and times all we have

now the bells are ringing out loud

left her side for the sake

of rain on a sunny day

of rain on a sunny day

of rain on a sunny day