[Verse 1] I keep a jar of pennies on the windowsill, for bad luck, maybe, or to pay one bill The kettle clicks like it knows my name, I say, "Not yet," then I strike the flame [Chorus] I’m making the future bright with porch light, bent spoon, and a nickel in sight I’m making the future bright if it tips, I steady it; if it slips, I grab it tight [Verse 2] My shoes by the door look like they’ve got schemes, one of them leans left, the other one gleams I map out tomorrow on a napkin smear, with a lemon slice and the radio near [Chorus] I’m making the future bright with porch light, bent spoon, and a nickel in sight I’m making the future bright if it tips, I steady it; if it slips, I grab it tight [Bridge] A blue cup on the table, a blank page by the bed, a cat on the chair acting smarter than it is [Chorus] I’m making the future bright with porch light, bent spoon, and a nickel in sight I’m making the future bright if it tips, I steady it; if it slips, I grab it tight
