Billie Holiday
It’s Like Reaching for the Moon [06-30-1936]
It's like reaching for the moon
It's like reaching for the sun
It's like reaching for the stars
Reaching for you

You're so far above me
How can I expect an angel to love me
Who is so divine as you are?

It's like flying without wings
Playing fiddle without strings
And a million other things
No one can do

Though my hopes are slender
In my secret heart I pray you'll surrender soon
Though it's like reaching for the moon