(Mary-Chapin Carpenter)
When I was young I spoke like a child
I saw with a childâs eyes
And an open door was to a girl
Like the stars are to the sky
Itâs funny how the world lives up to
All your expectations
With adventures for the stout of heart
And the lure of the open spaces
Thereâs two lanes running down this road
And whichever side youâre on
Accounts for where you want to go
Or what youâre running from
Back when darkness overtook me
On a blind manâs curve
I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon
I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher
Now Iâve paid my dues âcause I have owed them
But Iâve paid a price sometimes
For being such a stubborn woman
In such stubborn times
I have run from the arms of lovers
Iâve run from the eyes of friends
Iâve run from the hands of kindness
Iâve run just because I can
But now Iâve grown and I speak like a woman
And I see with a womanâs eyes
And an open door is to me now
Like to the saddest of goodbyes
When itâs too late for turning back
I pray for the heart and the nerve
And I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and St. Christopher
And I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon
I rely upon the moon and St. Christopher
To be my guide
