The Moon & St. Christopher - Mary Black

Written by：Mary Chapin Carpenter

When I was young I spoke like a child and

I saw with a child's eyes

And an open door was to a girl like the stars are to the skies

It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations

With adventures for the stout of heart and the lure of the open spaces

There's two lanes running down this road and whichever side you are on

Accounts for where you want to go and what you are running from

Back when darkness overtook me on a blindman's curve

I relied upon the moon I relied upon the moon

I relied upon the moon and ST Christopher

Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them but

I've paid a price sometimes

For being such a stubborn woman in such stubborn times

I have run from the arms of lovers

I have run from the eyes of friends

I have run from the hands of kindness I have run just because I can

Now I've grown and I speak like a woman and

I see with a woman's eyes

And an open door is to me now like the saddest of goodbyes

Well it's too late for turning back and I pray for the heart and nerve

I relied upon the moon I relied upon the moon

I relied upon the moon and ST Christopher

I relied upon the moon I relied upon the moon

I relied upon the moon and ST Christopher

To be my guide