The Puzzle Calls Its Pieces

Harvest moon
We talk all night
Scenes and dreams and distant light
Bottle of wine, storylines
Precious time for two old friends
Laugh and cry and question why
So many faces in the dark
Side by side in the great unknown

Until the puzzle calls its pieces home

Night rolls on
We look back
Sunsets, cigarettes and losing track
It’s better now, got by somehow
Memories dressed in basic black
The wind blows out, where stars go swirling
High up in the Van Gogh skies
Side by side in the great unknown
Until the puzzle calls its pieces home

The road calls you
The road calls me
Trust and dust and destiny
Truth or lies, the moon will rise
Like a sailor calling out to the sea
On we go, this stretch of eternity
Two travelers in the snow
Make our way
Through the great unknown
Until the puzzle calls its pieces home