I’m with this ragbag of ill-begotten friends and strangers
All praying we’ll find a party in the holyland somewhere
We’re on a chain gang, slaves to anyone who’s willing
To let us crash-land into their pied-à-terre
Hey, moon in the sky
Turn a blind eye to what transpires here
How I held you tight, under a cold streetlight
Those Crescent nights by your side
I’m gonna kick off the sawdust from the shoes I’m wearing
I caught the street name, but the number, I don’t have a clue
If we hear music, we’ll know that we are on the right track
And it won’t be long before the evening starts to feel brand new
Hey, moon in the sky
Turn a blind eye to what transpires here
How I held you tight, under a cold streetlight
Those Crescent nights by your side
How I held you tight, under a cold streetlight
Those Crescent nights by your side
And the prize is coming into view
Under streetlights on a rowdy avenue
Boys and girls flying higher than a kite
Crescent nights, sipping snakebite
A splash of colour in a world of black and white
Crescent nights, sipping snakebite
Crazy nights
How I held you tight, under a cold streetlight
Those Crescent nights by your side
How I held you tight, under a cold streetlight
Those Crescent nights by your side
By your side