She was twelve and he was fourteen
They had a love they said nobody else had seen
Her mom and dad weren’t around
He vowed to take care of her
In that Colorado town

The day that she turned eighteen
He was twenty and pulled out a ring
They drove his beat up Ford
To their little white church
To promise The Lord

"Until the moon falls down
No matter what storms hit
With our heads in the clouds
I will love her, I will love him
We’ll do the best that we can
In this town”

The week she turned twenty-three
They were painting together
Their baby’s nursery
But God had different plans
And their sweet baby girl
Slid through their hands

They had problems asking why
And in that hospital room
They cried side by side
He didn’t understand
But he wiped her tears and held
Her hand

"Until the moon falls down
No matter what storms hit
With our heads in the clouds
I will love you, You will love me
We’ll do the best that we can
In this town”

Thirty years went by
At fifty-three, grandkids by her side
Their world never felt as right
As when they sat on their back porch
Watching them catch fireflies

"Until the moon falls down
No matter what storms hit
With our heads in the clouds
I will love her, I will love him
We’ll do the best that we can
In this town”

Nobody thought it was right
That her only stoke
Should take her life
His heart broke inside
As he stood at their church
Saying goodbye

"Though our moon fell down
The hard times hit
When our heads were in the clouds
I loved her, she loved me
We did the best that we could
In this town”