The Best Of You

You say, "No, my love

That's not the moon

That's God's fingernail

And He's pointing at you"

Saying, "The world is at your feet

So what you gonna do?"

No, my love

That's not the moon

And we sing old, sad songs

The whole night through

As the stars look on

I'm just looking at you

When the words do come

They fall heavy as the truth

Yeah, the best of me are just the pieces of the best of you