Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing
Like a trickle of hope in this hemisphere I'm dwelling in so neatly square and then I wonder just why it is that we should feel the sway again
Driving under the pale blue light
We felt so tiny on the highway
Oh, the moon is a spoon
Early morning so softly calling
Telling us to take it slowly
Silver sentinel to the faces
River gilted blanket flow
Oh the moon is a spoon
But what about you?