There's a circle in the sky...shining brighter than all the rest
And it speaks to us of love...but my friends say that it failed the test
They threw their hearts upon the tide...that the circle drives every day
And they sank like paper ships, leaving bitterness adrift
Now they swear the whole world turns that way
I hope they're wrong about love
I hope they gave up too soon
I hope they're wrong about love...if they're right about the moon
It's a cold and rusty stone...wrapped in solar-windy skies
It took a hundred million hits...but it never felt the sting of lies
They ask me how can poets know . . .that it really sings the song of love
Just because it rhymes with June, it couldn't guarantee
that our winter wouldn't come too soon
I hope they're wrong about love
I wish they'd cuddle like spoons
I hope they're wrong about love...if they're right about the moon
So the cold rock rolls on...circling the history
of two fools who fell in love...but got spun apart by gravity
They blame that lonely satellite...don't let them poison this heart of mine
But did she lose her mystery, when out heroes stripped her down
in the summer of sixty-nine
I hope they're wrong about love
I pray they gave up too soon
I hope they're wrong about love...if they're right about the moon
I hope they're wrong about love...
