I found a paper cup moon
On the dash by noon Said
the road feels so old,
fair With the red on the
rim still there You said,
"Pick a lane" I said,
"Maybe rain" Then we laughed at
the map torn in two Like
it knew what we'd do And
the day kept turning Your name
kept burning Small thing,
big thing I'm still learning
Under that paper cup moon
I could stay there with you
'Til the whole room turns to
gold
Let the small day fold
Let the small day fold
Got a cracked green bowl And
a list of ghosts But your
joke in the backseat wins Every
time the cold wind spins We
can miss the train We can
wear the stain Still your grin
makes a map in my chest
Like a compass I'll never fix
And the day keeps turning Your
name keeps burning Small thing,
big thing I'm still learning
Under that paper cup moon
I could stay there with you
'Til the whole room turns to
gold
Let the small day fold
Let the small day fold
If the world goes loud We
can move like clouds Past the
stop, past the bend Past the
gate to the place with the
quiet ways
Under that paper cup moon
I could stay there with you
'Til the whole room turns to
gold
Let the small day fold