Justin Vernon - One More Moon

It could be 1959 I wouldn´t know
and the lake would still look the same
so whether night as it goes
pleading quitly in their hands
don´t let the end come too soon
till one more moon
hooded sweatshirts walk around now
smoke on their clothe
walking around in the night as empty as a page
in a book that wont never close
you know what time seems to move so fast up here
and big tomorrow is my only clue
till one more moon

trumpet plays in the sun
burns the trees and the lake
as a final friendship fire
burns one inch closer for the night to take
looking around crying in their hearts
as all the arms go down in the smoke
pleading one more moon

it all turns blue
the morning comes too soon
so just one more moon