DESCRIPTION:
From the CD Seventh and Trade. Video is the cover art and song.

It must have been the full moon that called me to the roof
I felt it in the night air but tried to stay aloof
With women acting wanton and men's talk getting loud
I should have known the full moon was behind the changing crowd

The air up top was tasty after hours spent in the bars
I took off my t-shirt as I watched the passing cars
The crowd below was thinning, it was starting to get wet
While the moon above was grinning that it hadn't finished with me yet

My first mistake was thinking that I was on my own
The only one done drinking, not wanting to go home
I was startled by a young man and the simple words he said
Do you want to watch the full moon from the comfort of my bed?

Well I replied indignant, "I'm just here to watch the moon."
Then I threw on my shirt, said I'd be leaving soon
He swore he bore no danger just a dreamer, don't you see
Well there in lay the danger with just a full moon watching me

He said he was a sailor on land to buy a boat
I said I was a skeptic, I tried to stay remote
But I began to soften, smelled to the sea upon his skin
I looked up to the heavens, as the full moon said, "Dive in."

Well you can find a lover in a barroom, at a dance
A single night of pleasure of tried and true romance
But high up on a rooftop, with the full moon looking down
Don't go looking for a lover with his feet upon the ground

When the morning came to find me I'm alone up on the roof
No dreamer or sailor, no evidence or proof
The full moon must be smiling, yeah, she's been making waves
Sending salt air to the city, the taste all lovers crave