Because I Feel Like It.
I love the phrase “shining my flashlight on the moon”. It mixes equal measures of futility and hope, and yet it’s the hope that wins out.
Shining My Flashlight On The Moon
© 1997 Christine Lavin
Just a trace of gold in the leaves today
there’s just a touch of grey in
my hair the stream along this road
runs a little colder
there’s a hint of a chill in the air
The blue sky is fading into purple
late afternoon is gliding to a close
with my hands on the wheel
I wonder how it feels
if you’re the last bloom of the summer
or the first autumn rose
So I pull off the highway
drive these winding roads instead
thoughts of the bad years
disappear ’cause up ahead
off in the distance
is a strange and soothing sight
the mountains look like sleeping manatees
this cool September night
I leave the car by the roadside
hike up that hill
stars circle in slow motion here
as they always will
A million miles away
from where I was this afternoon
I wrap my misgivings in a tune
while I’m shining my flashlight on the moon
I’m shining my flashlight
it’s gonna be a long,long night
so I’m shining my flashlight
on the moon