Howl at the Moon

When I was younger I'd wait for thunder.
A thousand angels banging on their chairs.
The white of all the lightning was never left frightening.
Like cameras all flashing in the air.
Oh, after it would clear.
The wonders of the universe they seemed so near.
Light in my backyard head is facing skyward.
I'd imagine all the things that I could be.
A pilot of a fighter.
An astronaut or writer.
Anything except for being me.
And oh the bells would start to ring.
The words came to my head and I would start to sing.
The moon as a spotlight that shines on me.
The stars were the lighters in the air.
And the wind screaming loud just like a crowd.
I swore I was already there, so I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
Now that I'm older, life's a little colder.
They're telling me to let go of my dreams.
Everything changes, I'd stare at blank pages.
I had the dream but couldn't find the key.
But oh, some nights I hear the strings.
Those melodies in my head I had to sing.
With the moon as a spotlight that shines on me.
The stars were the lighters in the air.
And the wind screaming loud just like a crowd.
I swore I was already there, so I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
Oh, it keeps getting louder, it keeps getting louder.
Oh, it keeps getting louder, it keeps getting louder.
Oh, it keeps getting louder, it keeps getting louder.
With the moon as a spotlight that shines on me.
The stars were the lighters in the air.
And the wind screaming loud just like a crowd.
I swore I was already there, so I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.
I'd howl at the moon.