This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out the speakers when the kick went Bonfires burn down

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

'Cause it's a good night To be out there soakin' up the moonlight Stake out a little piece of shore line I've got the perfect place in mind. It's in the middle of nowhere, only one way to get there You got to get a little mud on the tires. And then with

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end,

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright No I don't want to mess this thing up I don't want to push too far Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm

Oh my darling, oh my love The things that we are made of I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm A moment captured

Since you last felt like you were home Each and every breath we take A step towards death And the moon is pale And we might have seen something But we ain't seen nothing yet And I may have dreamt it Or it may have happened When I stood right here