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 can't own her and I never will 
 No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
 
 Taken with rain 
 'Til the gutter shines like the swirling sky
 Like the swirling sky
 
 I've got all morning, I've got all year
 It's down in my pocket with the daylight folded there
 But I can't own her and I never will
 No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
 
 Taken with rain 
 How I'd wash her hair like the swirling sky
 Like the swirling sky
 
 And when I say I can't own her
 I don't mean to buy her
 It's 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 there's more chance of that coming true
 
 But I can't own her and I never will
 No I can't own her and that's a bitter pill
 
 So I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her)
 And I never will (And she's the one thing that you just can't have)
 No I can't own her (Of all the things you've got the thing you want the most is her)
 And that's a bitter pill (And she's the one thing that you just can't have)
 
 
 Taken with rain 
 Which I swallow down with the swirling sky
 With the swirling sky
 
 But I can't own her
 And I may as well wish for the moon in hand
 No I can't own her
 Yes there's more chance of that coming true