You drew a little moon on my lunchbox lid A paper crown, a crooked smile I saved the seat beside the window And kept your note inside my file You said, “Meet me where the buses turn” I brought two peaches, you brought a fern Come on, come on, let’s take the long way home Past the bakery, past the garden gate You can keep the map, I’ll keep the joke We’ll make a little world from what we make Come on, come on, the day is ours to spend With paper boats and pockets full of plans If the clouds roll in, we’ll start again You and me, and all our tiny plans Your shoelace snapped beside the fountain We laughed so hard we missed the train You traded me a strawberry For the last blue marble in my pocket You said, “Meet me where the buses turn” I brought two peaches, you brought a fern Come on, come on, let’s take the long way home Past the bakery, past the garden gate You can keep the map, I’ll keep the joke We’ll make a little world from what we make Come on, come on, the day is ours to spend With paper boats and pockets full of plans If the clouds roll in, we’ll start again You and me, and all our tiny plans When the last bus leaves the square We’ll walk the blocks and count the stairs You can tell me what you dream I’ll save a place for you in mine Come on, come on, let’s take the long way home Past the bakery, past the garden gate You can keep the map, I’ll keep the joke We’ll make a little world from what we make Come on, come on, the day is ours to spend With paper boats and pockets full of plans If the clouds roll in, we’ll start again You and me, and all our tiny plans Tiny plans, tiny plans You and me, and all our tiny plans
