And I may as well wish for the moon in hand

I own this river, I own this town
All of its climbers and its winos sliding down
But I cant own her and I never will
No I cant own her and thats a bitter pill

Taken with rain
til the gutter shines like the swirling sky
Like the swirling sky

Ive got all morning, Ive got all year
Its down in my pocket with the daylight folded there
But I cant own her and I never will
No I cant own her and thats a bitter pill

Taken with rain
How Id wash her hair like the swirling sky
Like the swirling sky

And when I say I cant own her
I dont mean to buy her
Its nothing at all to do with money
I simply want her in my arms forever more.
Is that an odd request?
Is that something so funny?

And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
Yes theres more chance of that coming true

But I cant own her and I never will
No I cant own her and thats a bitter pill

So I cant own her (of all the things youve got the thing you want the most is her)
And I never will (and shes the one thing that you just cant have)
No I cant own her (of all the things youve got the thing you want the most is her)
And thats a bitter pill (and shes the one thing that you just cant have)

Taken with rain
Which I swallow down with the swirling sky
With the swirling sky

But I cant own her
And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
No I cant own her
Yes theres more chance of that coming true