(Composição: Bruce Blackman) The wind blew some luck in my direction I caught it in my hands today I finally made a tricky french connection you winked and gave me your o.k. I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right We'll lay back and observe the constellations and watch the moon smiling bright I'll play the radio on southern stations 'cause southern belles are hell at night you say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss a class of '74 gold ring the eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss to make the tide rise again Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right We'll see the sun come up on Sunday morning and watch it fade the moon away I guess you know I'm giving you a warning 'cause me and moon are itching to play I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right
