Monterey Bay

Monterey Bay

WRITTEN BY: CAMERON BLAKE

Our Father who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
The lily robes itself with splendor
The candlewick martyrs itself to the flame

Will my quiet prayers be loud enough to hear?
Will that brass fanfare fall on deafened ears?
There must be something in the air
Tilt-a-whirl’s at the county fair
Or the moon is slipping into Monterey Bay

Two strangers
Taking cover
Next to each other on the train
Had their tickets kept them together
They’d be lovers had Cupid narrowed his aim

Wish that satellite was a lazy shootin’ star
Wish old Lyra played a Delta blues guitar
There must be something in the air
Call me sentimental I don’t care
The moon is slipping into Monterey Bay

Night terrors it’s a feeling
Like you’re needing a little rain
We are dancing the tarantella
With a gypsy tambourine

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Will you hold me close until I fall asleep?
Will you wipe the tears that fall down on my cheek?
There must be something in the air
A heartache stirring under there
Or the moon is slipping into Monterey Bay

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