In a state of finding comfort in familar places
That I know the sadness only temporary
It comes and it goes
Like the weather in the summer

When the wind decides to move I look up to the sky
And think, "At least we look at the same moon"
"At least we look at the same moon"
The one of many ways that I can think of you

The irony of looking up to something
Or even just somebody
Can't put the face onto the name
That I don't even know
The half of what you had
I had a dad that didn't know

But we both looked at the sky and thought
"At least we look at the same moon"
"At least we look at the same moon"
I wish I met the man who had left too soon