There was a moon out in space, But a cloud drifted over its face; You kissed me and went on your way, The night we called it a day. I heard the song of the spheres, Like a minor lament in my ears; I hadn't the heart left to pray, The night we called it a day. Soft through the dark, The hoot of an owl in the sky; Sad though his song, No bluer was he than I! The moon went down, stars were gone, But the sun didn't rise with the dawn; There wasn't a thing left to say The night we called it a day. The moon went down, stars were gone, But the sun didn't rise with the dawn; There wasn't a thing left to say, oooh! The night we called it a day, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!