the fisherman waits
for the tides to change,
but the moon will not compromise
'til she gets her way.
oh stubborn moon.
oh foolish fisherman.
your romance is waning
as the dawn draws near.
she's trouble and he knows it.
he's probably wasting time.
but the fisherman's lost his focus,
'cause she's always on his mind.
and he can't make her love him,
like he can make her stay.
but he's getting used to being patient.
so, i guess he'll just wait.
some say there are plenty of fish for the fisherman,
though that advice may seem inopportune.
the fisherman knows what the sea has to offer,
and he would much rather fish for the moon.
he's under her spell,
her reflection in the sea,
and there's no cure for this fool
or his tragic lunacy.
while she leaves every mornin'
she looks back across the shore,
but she comes back every night
remembering nothing from before.
you are the moon, and i am the fisherman.
you change your mood, and i'll change my reel.
you are the moon, and i am the fisherman,
and i'll wait for you to be full again.
she swears she's forgotten, and he swears he will too,
but the truth is (s)he'll remember that he always loved the moon.