The moon is being swallowed by the shadows
Just another couple of minutes 'til it's gone
The New York chill is slipping along the baseboards
And there's nothing here except the ringing of the phone

"Have you been watching the moon?" you say as soon as I answer
"It's a beautiful night, and I'm glad I brought my cell
I'm walking along the sand, the tourists have all gone running
And I've got the whole Atlantic to myself

"And I just called to try to wish you down to Florida
This is too good not to share, too good not to name"
I say, "Geography's the bane of our existence, always has been
At least your eclipse and my eclipse are the same"

Sometimes I wonder how our paths ever intersected
I mean, I've never been one to go dancing through the fire
Twice married, twice divorced, never quite in motion
Sure as hell not overhead, walking on the wire

And yet here you are, all steel and ink and lightning
Wielding words like claymores like I wish I could do
And here I am the boy who wanted to run off with the circus
Staring in awe as the circus comes to run off with you

But no matter how, we've got some kind of something
And though this distance sometimes feels like a losing game
Still it's a beautiful night in Florida, a cold night in New York
And your eclipse and my eclipse are the same

To watch an eclipse is all a matter of waiting
But we've got plenty of time, you and me
Time enough to stay on the phone, both of us staring upwards
At the spot of copper where the moon used to be

And I dream of just showing up upon your doorstep
With a ticket in hand and a refreshing lack of shame
But for now, this thousand miles feels that much closer, just from knowing
That your eclipse and my eclipse are the same