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Sunset Rubdown - Silver Moons lyrics

Confetti floats away
Like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
There were parties here in my honor
'Til you sent me away
And now silver moons belong to you

I'm passing the baton
From the old mare to the fawn
It was out of line but it was fun
Didn't you love the part right before the dawn?
And now silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet
And to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say

Hey, hey

Maybe these days are over, over now
Maybe these days are over, over now
And I loved it better than anyone else, you know

And I believe in growing old with grace
I believe she only loved my face
I believe I acted like a child
Making faces at acquired tastes
And now silver moons belong to you

And silver moons belong to you

I'm off to the ballet
And to practice all these ancient ways
Tell the new kids where I hid the wine
Tell their fathers that I'm on my way and say

Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh, hey

Maybe these days are over, over now,
I think maybe these days are over, over now
I believe in growing old with grace, I believe she only loved my face
And I think maybe these days are over, over now

Gone are the days bonfires make me think of you
Looks like the prophecy came true
You are a fallen tree
He is a fallen tree
"How old are you?"
"No, how old are you?"

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
There's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
Over are the days that the congas made your hair
Sway around to the cadence of your 'hey-oh-hey-oh' cheer

Under all the folds of the dresses that you wear
Sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there