Lost Serenade

Under the moonlight
I sit here and dream
Only of you love
Could I even sing
No one could imagine the longing we’ve known
O my Virginia
I wait for your hand
To put ink on paper
In a letter you send
Tell me you’re stealing the next train ride home
(Do you still burn inside?)
Something’s burning
Your daddy’s a statue
He don’t like my strange ways
Roaming around one strange place to strange place
Searching for something both gentle and pure
(Something that we both can endure)