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?