There, along the road, was a tiny home

The yard held dead machines behind its fences

Like they were its kids

Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone

It made me stop and grin.

Light from a dying moon

It blurs our eyes

And we wear a cape of fireflies

And after the world's in bed

All the ghosts come sing along

But we'll forget them

When the morning comes.

And I slept on the ocean last night

I could see you all, and you all were dancing sideways

Your feet stuck to the skies

And I could see the airplanes dance behind your eyes

And I was glad I found the time.