Fullerton Moon
--words and music by Michael Stanley

The drive from the valley
Well it gnaws on your soul
But you go where the work is these days
And home's where the heart is
he'd always been told
So that's still two freeways away...
About fifteen miles to the edge of the shore
But he ain't seen the ocean in years
And so paradise well it's just a brochure
that faded and just disappeared...

But hold on little darlin' I'll be there soon
And I'll hold you tonight
Under that Fullerton moon...

The highway from Kansas
It was crowded with dreams
That the edge of the country supplied
And they mortgaged the future
On too many schemes
And watched as each one of them died...
So many around 'em they just scattered like leaves
But that never had been their plan
And come hell or high water
Well they'd always believed
They're goin' through this hand in hand...

And you take what you're given
Give all it takes
Don't matter that much
If nothing else breaks
Ya gotta hold on to something
And that something is you
I'm coming home baby
Gonna see this thing through...