| Song | Canyon Moon |
| Artist | Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness |
| Album | Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness |
| [ti:Canyon Moon] | |
| [ar:Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness] | |
| [al:Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness] | |
| [00:09.220] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [00:13.190] | Somewhere under the canyon moon |
| [00:16.770] | Camera jammed in a slow exposure |
| [00:20.830] | California in her rear view |
| [00:32.270] | She couldn’t handle another season |
| [00:36.180] | Another ocean of fiction blue |
| [00:40.190] | Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus, |
| [00:44.150] | Death Valley and worn out shoes |
| [00:47.410] | Then the road turned into desert everywhere |
| [00:55.600] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [00:59.140] | She disappeared, she disappeared |
| [01:02.930] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [01:06.660] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [01:10.470] | Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way |
| [01:14.490] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |
| [01:26.640] | The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing |
| [01:30.490] | Marching band in a high school dream |
| [01:34.270] | Little town and a faded beauty |
| [01:38.170] | They still remember when she was queen |
| [01:41.540] | Then the road turned into desert everywhere |
| [01:49.720] | The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing |
| [01:53.040] | She disappeared, she disappeared |
| [01:57.040] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:00.820] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:04.670] | Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way |
| [02:08.510] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |
| [02:20.790] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [02:24.600] | And where she ended up, no one knew |
| [02:29.910] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:33.730] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:37.620] | Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way |
| [02:41.410] | The ricochet |
| [02:43.580] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:47.390] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:51.120] | Shot like a bullet, don’t know the way |
| [02:54.970] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |
| ti: Canyon Moon | |
| ar: Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness | |
| al: Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness | |
| [00:09.220] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [00:13.190] | Somewhere under the canyon moon |
| [00:16.770] | Camera jammed in a slow exposure |
| [00:20.830] | California in her rear view |
| [00:32.270] | She couldn' t handle another season |
| [00:36.180] | Another ocean of fiction blue |
| [00:40.190] | Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus, |
| [00:44.150] | Death Valley and worn out shoes |
| [00:47.410] | Then the road turned into desert everywhere |
| [00:55.600] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [00:59.140] | She disappeared, she disappeared |
| [01:02.930] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [01:06.660] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [01:10.470] | Shot like a bullet, don' t know the way |
| [01:14.490] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |
| [01:26.640] | The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing |
| [01:30.490] | Marching band in a high school dream |
| [01:34.270] | Little town and a faded beauty |
| [01:38.170] | They still remember when she was queen |
| [01:41.540] | Then the road turned into desert everywhere |
| [01:49.720] | The leaves are falling, the church bells ringing |
| [01:53.040] | She disappeared, she disappeared |
| [01:57.040] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:00.820] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:04.670] | Shot like a bullet, don' t know the way |
| [02:08.510] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |
| [02:20.790] | The sun ran out on a cold October |
| [02:24.600] | And where she ended up, no one knew |
| [02:29.910] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:33.730] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:37.620] | Shot like a bullet, don' t know the way |
| [02:41.410] | The ricochet |
| [02:43.580] | Take all your troubles, put them to bed |
| [02:47.390] | Burn down the mission, the maps in your head |
| [02:51.120] | Shot like a bullet, don' t know the way |
| [02:54.970] | The ricochet, kind of got away from you |