I've had a rich life in large part because of him
In my fifth year here
He left this place
And the boys he raised
And the girl he'd found
We're soldiers now
Things got lost in the moonbeams there
For a little while
And I watched as the grownups grieved
But I was still a child
Locked in a dream, I saw his face
That glint in the light of what he'd made
Impressions of struggle were all I gave
Then his hand took my hand
My feet matched his stride
The ground swept away as we rose through the sky
And we floated like that
So we walked in the moonbeams there
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
So we walked in the moonbeams hey
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
I'd explore his old house
And grandpa's cars
To hold on to artifacts and the histories
I in fact and retrace and none for
Oh we walked in the moonbeams there
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
When you walk in the moonbeams hey
It shakes everything
When you clutch at the bristen of dream
Oh!
I could hardly believe it
I searched for the reasons
Things get lost in the moonbeams hey
In my fifth year here
He left this place
And the boys he raised
And the girl he'd found
We're soldiers now
Things got lost in the moonbeams there
For a little while
And I watched as the grownups grieved
But I was still a child
Locked in a dream, I saw his face
That glint in the light of what he'd made
Impressions of struggle were all I gave
Then his hand took my hand
My feet matched his stride
The ground swept away as we rose through the sky
And we floated like that
So we walked in the moonbeams there
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
So we walked in the moonbeams hey
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
I'd explore his old house
And grandpa's cars
To hold on to artifacts and the histories
I in fact and retrace and none for
Oh we walked in the moonbeams there
It shook everything
And we filled up the vacant years
I could hardly speak
When you walk in the moonbeams hey
It shakes everything
When you clutch at the bristen of dream
Oh!
I could hardly believe it
I searched for the reasons
Things get lost in the moonbeams hey