Hearts and Bones

If you want to write a song about the moon Walk along the craters of the afternoon When the shadows are deep And the light is alien And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement And you want to write a song about the moon You want to write a spirit

She was beautiful as Southern skies The night he met her She was married to someone He was doggedly determined that he would get her He was old, he was young From time to time he'd tip his heart But each time she withdrew Everybody loves the sound of

I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fiftysix And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio And this is what he said He said I hate to break it to his fans But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah