Moon is on the water
I am an only daughter
Thinking of my mother and father
Dusk hits the bay

Tired old rowboat creaking
Purple martins speaking
In tongues of my childhood teaching
What I used to know

Maybe I'll find myself back in my mother's arms
If I could just find myself
'Stead of sitting here wishing on a setting star
Burning bright

Dusty comet tails trailing
Remind me of casting out in the dark and waiting
For the pull of the line, now it's fading
Into the black

Spent all my life chasing
Had to feel my heart racing
To know I's alive and not wasting
Everything I had

Maybe I'll find myself back in my mother's arms
If I could just find myself
'Stead of sitting here wishing on a setting star
Losing light
Losing light
Losing light

Cassiopeia's wrapped 'round me
Crescent Moon is drowning
On a wave of ancient sounds
I'm coming into shore

And I find myself back in my mother's arms
And I find myself (and I find myself)
And I find myself back in my mother's arms
In my mother's arms
In my mother's arms among the setting stars
Out of sight
Out of sight
Burning bright