John T. Wurzer - Ribbons of Moonlight Lyrics

I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
I chased you through valleys of snow
I chased you through caverns and coal mines
I chased you 'till I had to go
We borrowed our sorrow from love songs
And paid back through desperate sins
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
Because that's where all heartache begins

A hundred and twenty-five hobos
Built a bonfire from junk mail and bills
A hundred and twenty-five hobos
All homeless in a home on a hill
They borrowed their sorrow from bottles
Of whiskey, cheap wine, and warm beer
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
The hobos said, No, she's not here

Seventeen lawyers from Austin
In a downtown Dallas hotel
Seventeen lawyers from Austin
Pretending they're doing so well
Their wives and their overwrought children
Plotting revenge, getting high
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
While the lawyers stood watching love die

In a cabin just north of Lake Placid
A blind man plays fiddle and dines
A knock at the door starts to move him
Is it a goddess or just Frankenstein
It's cold and it's dark in the mountains
I had to chop wood through the frost
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
Because the fiddler said that's what it cost

I chased you through smoky dark pool halls
I chased you through alleys of dust
I chased you through nightmares and daydreams
Deserts and fountains of lust
I found myself endlessly shopping
In a flea market without a list
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
As if you were someone I missed

Summer days over my shoulder
Autumn still stuck to my shoes
Christmas lights glowing at sunset
Burning with rhythm and blues
I'm really not fond of nostalgia
The winter wind bites at my eyes
I chased you through ribbons of moonlight
For a chance to stop saying good-bye