| And I may as well wish for the moon in hand | |
| I own this river, I own this town | |
| All of its climbers and its winos sliding down | |
| But I can't own her and I never will | |
| No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill | |
| Taken with rain | |
| 'Til the gutter shines like the swirling sky | |
| Like the swirling sky | |
| I've got all morning, I've got all year | |
| It's down in my pocket with the daylight folded there | |
| But I can't own her and I never will | |
| No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill | |
| Taken with rain | |
| How I'd wash her hair like the swirling sky | |
| Like the swirling sky | |
| And when I say I can't own her | |
| I don't mean to buy her | |
| It's nothing at all to do with money | |
| I simply want her in my arms forever more. | |
| Is that an odd request? | |
| Is that something so funny? | |
| And I may as well wish for the moon in hand | |
| Yes there's more chance of that coming true | |
| But I can't own her and I never will | |
| No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill | |
| So I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her) | |
| And I never will (And she's the one thing that you just can't have) | |
| No I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her) | |
| And that's a bitter pill (And she's the one thing that you just can't have) | |
| Taken with rain | |
| Which I swallow down with the swirling sky | |
| With the swirling sky | |
| But I can't own her | |
| And I may as well wish for the moon in hand | |
| No I can't own her | |
| Yes there's more chance of that coming true |