Light with the mornings goes. I live a long forgotten shadow. Love with the morning goes. And what to do I just don't know. The moon is on the run. Another day to up and lay low. Maddogs and noonday sun. I need the darkness to show. Moondance..... Moondance. There goes a setting sun. That's when we turn from strobe to struttin. Turn on the city lights. 'Cause you know I'm moody blue. Moondance.... Moondance. The women shadow box. They're dancing tough but the ice is melting. The music gives what it's got. The moon is looking at you. Moondance..... Moondance...... Moondance. . (McCafferty Agnew Charlton Sweet)