My Life on the Moon
When you're in love and feeling sad
Life on the moon
Ain`t really bad
When you`re in love
And feelin` sad
Nowhere on Earth
To run from the blues
No one in space
Bringin` bad news
My life on the moon
Goes on like a dream
I stay there and pretty soon
Trouble lifts like a moonbeam
Life on the moon
Away from it all
Then like a tune
My lover's call
As down to Earth
I hurry on home
For what it's worth
Our happy home
My life on the moon
Goes on like a dream
I stay there and pretty soon
Trouble lifts like a moonbeam
About the Creator
Charles Turner
My work is based on who I am now and have been in the past. It is based on a lifetime of reading. Autobiography, standard fiction, sci/fi, fantasy, westerns. I plan to put together a collection of short stories to publish via Amazon.
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