The branches cut the moon in half tonight,
and as I peer at the sky I know:
In one thousand ways you are more than I.
Who are you to glisten with colored light,
a hypnotizing glow on your face, though
the branches cut the moon in half tonight?
There is nothing there to give you stage fright
when the song in my head is yours, you know.
In one thousand ways you are more than I.
Lost somewhere deep in a city of light
while I’m barefoot on a dim country road.
The branches cut the moon in half tonight.
You haven’t thought of me, I bet, in spite
of my crossed fingers–they’re for you–although
in one thousand ways you are more than I.
The spotlight follows as you leave stage right
while tonight I’m all right just here alone.
The branches cut the moon in half tonight.
In one thousand ways you are more than I.