Along The Road
There, along the road, was a tiny homeThe yard held dead machines behind its fencesLike they were its kidsBroken down, but still worth a lot to someoneIt made me stop and grin
Light from a dying moon, it blurs our eyesAnd we wear a cape of firefliesAnd after the world's in bedAll the ghosts come sing alongBut we'll forget themWhen the morning comes
And I slept on the ocean last nightI could see you all, and you all were dancing sidewaysYour feet stuck to the skiesAnd I could see the airplanes dance behind your eyesAnd I was glad I found the time