Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing   Like a trickle of hope in this hemisphere I'm dwelling in so neatly square and then I wonder just why it is that we should feel the sway again   Driving under the pale blue light   We felt so tiny on the highway   Oh, the moon is a spoon   Early morning so softly calling   Telling us to take it slowly   Silver sentinel to the faces   River gilted blanket flow   Oh the moon is a spoon   But what about you?