Lera Lynn - Standing on the moon

^AmI wanna miss you lonely as a desert ^Fsea ^GSparkle like a star, stranger in a faraway ^Amland

^AmPockets tall his hands up, feet stock right where he ^Fstands ^GDivide grows wide, between work in one southern^Am man

^FOne hand holds the post, ^Dmthe other is still in wind ^BbOn one hand it's his curse, o^Gn the other it's what it's real

^AmI shine bright, like the ^Cwide, wide world... When you're ^EmSTANDING ON THE MOON, ^FShe could be just standing gold

^AmYour hands are tied, but your ^Cheart is free... If you ^Emlearn to cut the rope, Please ^Fmake your way to me