How many eyes will you sack in sorrow Seeking to borrow some sight of your own How many lies will you have to suffer Until you discover there's nobody home How many roads will you have to wander How many dead end streets How many dreams will you finally squander Dodging your own defeats.
You're wishing on the moon tonight There's not a lucky star in sight Just wishing on the moon tonight.
How many doors will you have to open Desperately hoping each one's the last How many more will you close behind you Bitter and blind to the shadows you cast How many fools will you have to follow How many wayward winds How many sins will you have to swallow Until the truth sinks in (That you've been)
Wishing on the moon tonight There's not a lucky star in sight Just wishing on the moon tonight You're wishing on the moon.
