Pocket Moon

Twist my ear, pinch my thigh
When I speak to you, look me in the eye
[go cut] a switch from the bush outside
If I should sleep before I die

You can put my dreams in the pocket
Put them all in the pocket
Put everything inside the pocket moon

And God is great, but so is mother
Best clear your plate, tuck in baby brother
March upstairs and tell her just how much you love her
Medicine chest is empty, I’m afraid she’s locked the bathroom door

What if she put some in her pocket
Puts them all in her pocket
Washes everything down inside the pocket moon
In the pocket moon

Papa’s baby was a yellow convertible corvette
Brother and I felt snug as two bugs in the back seats
He pointed to the sky and said, “Look, what is it?”
And there it was, I could see it to, but papa said
“That’s just a pocket moon”

Just a pocket moon
Just a pocket moon
Just a pocket moon

Here are the pretty lashes I cut off with scissors
That slide down the banister and watch them watch TV in my mirror
Stick that butter knife in here, the [wall socket] whispers
They can’t see me in the dark, waving this sword in the air
But I think I’ll put it in the pocket
Stick it all in the pocket
Soon everything will be save inside the pocket moon

Save in the pocket moon
Save in the pocket moon
Save in the pocket moon