Written by Michael Rosenberg
C G Ive been living in this month of Sundays C F for so long I dont remember Saturday night. C Broken records dont play new tunes G except for once in a blue moon. F G C And Ive looked but the moon is still white. Verse C G And Ive been summoned to the summit of Sundays C F someone somewhere may do something with his life. C A smokers lungs dont blow balloons G except for once in a blue moon. F G C And Ive looked but the moon is still white. F C Rusty guns fire rusty shots, leopards never change their spots, C fireworks always fade too soon. F Am Empty words dont mean a lot and from me thats all youve got. G But I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon. Verse C G Ive been living in this month of Sundays, C F and I forget what Monday morning feels like. C G Blushing brides and handsome grooms deep in debt from honeymoons F G C Stare above but the moon is still white. C G Ive wandered into wondering if one day, C F when the war is won, and one finally made two C G When we think not of what weve not, and think only of what weve got F G C And we go dancing underneath the blue moon. Verse F C All black kettles and black pots seem to fight an awful lot, C and make the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms F Am Empty words dont mean a lot, but from me thats all youve got. G I swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon. Bridge Am C F Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Verse C G So Ive been living in this month of Sundays C F and I dont know it, this month may be through. C G So will you tell me that youll wait for as long as it may take F G C And I swear darling Ill show you a blue moon F G C Oh my darling Ill show you a blue moon.