TOM CONWAY
Autumn Years
Man on the Moon A friend of mine in his sixties was talking about his childhood and told me he was adopted at birth. He told me he still feels a deep sadness that he's never known his birth mother. Iit inspired me to write a song from the viewpoint of a young mother being forced to give up her newborn for adoption. She gave birth on 20th July 1969 which was the day the Apollo 11 mission landed on the moon. I wrote another song (Broken Wing) which tells the same story from the adoptee's point of view.
Man on the Moon The eagle landed, a time for celebration The day you were born I’m lying here in pieces, this hospital room They just put a man on the moon, they just put a man on the moon Sixteen years old, just a child I need to let you go I’m not ready, can’t take you under my wing Don’t know where to begin, just don’t know where to begin How can I ask you to forgive me I can’t forgive myself How can I ask you to forgive me I can’t forgive myself Holy mother, I’m on my knees Fifty years ago to the day I pray that I can see you, I yearn to hold you close That’s what I’m needing the most, that’s what I’m needing the most Think I see your face sometimes, though I don’t know who you are I search for you in the stars I gaze up at the waning moon, tears in my eyes I cover my face and cry, I cover my face and cry How can I ask you forgive me When I can’t forgive myself How can I ask you forgive me I can’t forgive myself The eagle landed, the day you were born Please forgive me, Please forgive me, Please forgive me, Please forgive me,