Sing Low, Indigo – Sliver of the Moon

Moon turns cold
Pale light paints the road
When you say it’s time for me to see where the road goes
So guess I’ll find a concrete ribbon
Leads to all my dreams
Pull over now and then you say to find the things you need

Sliver of a moon slips in and out of sight
Hardly for its secret ministry tonight
And rows of pretty houses
Curtains pulled up tight
They’re shutting out the lights
As cars roll by

Road sings low
City fades behind with these wide open spaces you won’t see in county lines
Far off there there’s another road between earth and sky
Hooking up to places wе can never seem to find

Sliver of a moon slips in and out of sight
Hardly for its sеcret ministry tonight
And rows of pretty houses
Curtains pulled up tight
They’re shutting out the sight of what drifts by

keyboard solo

Sprawling sky
All we do is try to find a roof, four solid walls, some shade for tired eyes
Still you know strange dreams will always haunt your refuge there
So rest your head on folded arm beneath the open air

Sliver of a moon slips in and out of sight
Hardly for its secret ministry tonight
And rows of pretty houses
Curtains pulled up tight
They’re shutting out the light of silent sky

Sliver of a moon slips in and out of sight
Hardly for its secret ministry tonight
And rows of pretty houses
Curtains pulled up tight
They’re shutting out the sight of what drifts by