When the Moon Arrives I'll Have To Go

Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with
you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second. Re-birth.
Back on sand, toes to water but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm
too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on
sand. Hands behind my mind. Your head, my heart. I said something
and I hope you heard it. Because when the moon arrives I'll have to
go. I have to go.