She lays down her dimestore romance
And grabs her pillow for a late night slow dance
She'd find love if she just had one small chance
Or so she tells the moon
Just cross town he turns off his talk show
And asks that silver light outside his window
If there's someone for me that you might know
Could you please send her soon
Suddenly a falling star lights up the Milky Way
And something starts them walking toward
The same all night cafe
Oh that's how it starts one clear night two lonely hearts
Beating in tune and talking to the moon
She still reads her dimestore romances
And he'll squeeze a talk show in between their late night dances
They're believers in fateful circumstances
And talking to the moon
Oh that's how it starts...
Oh that's how it starts...