You and the Moon
and, glad the last astronaut there left the light on
I stand by the back door, you have the TV on loud
a coin so high, mid toss heads or tails, who knows
it’s like waiting for rainbows at night, stars to melt
but the laugh’s on you, I could lean here for hours
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