Stars Still Wait

Howdy folks! The prompt was issued late Wednesday and I was going out of town Sunday so this was a very quick turnaround. Extra special thanks to Damian Caraballo for rubbing brushes on a snare. 

I really like the pacing of the vocals with the run-on lyrics, each line a continuation of the last, despite the break in singing. I picture some ol' desperado staring out at a vast plain, just longing.... 

so many moons
you’ll never get back
the new moon
is always black

cold hands
still blue
many moons
still no you

stars 
still wait
until 
they fade
the wind won’t sing
many moons
don’t mean a thing

the words slipped
through the cracks
in your voice
are not coming back

time crawls
nothing new
so many moons
still no you

many moons
you’ll never get back
the new moon
was all we had

these hands
weathered & true
many moons
still no you

Moab sunset seems appropriate.

Also, a reason to look behind you when scooting chair back from pedal steel