I'm praying and saying goodbye to the city And hoping to god that you'll miss me Don't see things quite like I did back when I was a kid So this means... The moonbeams are playing a part in my movie I can't quite explain, so excuse me While I figure out what I'm talking about So loosely It's not far away I'm not far away Just give me a moment I swear you won't miss it The days won't last forever Just say that you'll do it My flirting is playing defense for the wrong team I'm taking my time and losing steam Getting carried away but I'm hoping you'll stay Through the spring We're losing our minds and it seems that we're choosing The lives that we'll play out on the screen By hours and minutes and seconds, the moments Improving I'm finding out with these sounds Fumbling for the words But does it do any good? I'm weighing pros(e) and their (they're) cons But the gods aren't what they say What do I care anyway?