Saw a sign on Main this morning Half price on the moon today Man in a suit at a folding table Saying Pick your crater Pay it back by May Maps laid out like postcards Neon pins where dreams should go I just circle our old coffee shop Write “already home” slow Half price on the moon Still I can’t decide Circle all the places I’d get lost with you Half price on the moon Feels a little soon I’m still saving Just to sit across this room With you Dry blue sky at end of September Long shadows stretching thin Too much light to call it over But something’s slipping in I could go back if I wanted I just don’t most of the time I keep moving like it’s nothing Call it forward Call it fine Half price on the moon And I still can’t choose Every mark just pulls me back To afternoons with you Half price on the moon But it’s all too soon ’Cause I’m still saving Just to sit across this room With you Maybe someday we’ll buy a piece of sky Pin the paper by our crooked photos Let it dry Till then It’s you This chair This crowded afternoon Laughing at a clearance sale On the moon End of September leaves no answers Only sky opened wide I didn’t cry And that felt right It was far too bright that time Half price on the moon Still I don’t decide Every road just circles back To sitting by your side Half price on the moon I’ll get there soon But for now I’m saving Just to sit across this room With you
