In a state of finding comfort in familiar places That I know the sadness is 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 had met the man who had left too soon