Little Moments

Where the newspapers fall asleep Blowin' past the people Who are walking down the street (ooh) Said that you're a spy, well, so am I (ooh) I'll meet you dressed up as a ghost And wander around the town And as the sidewalk dreams for you and me City lights are swallowed By the puddles on the ground And I will meet you there We're live on TV from your bathroom mirror While the little moments dream And I will meet you there And it's only in this quiet, you realize Just how small we are And I will meet you there And it's only in these moments we realize Just how special we are Where the flower dresses are worn out at the seams And the fancy hat you just don't fuck with And the kids pack ships made of cardboard With their fists up in the air I will meet you between those lovers' hands Scared 'cause they know this has to end Did you see that boy who carried His mother up the stairs In a crowd of strangers? Leaning against each other's ugly troubles She walks back to her car Just like a movie star --- Little Moments - Patrick Watson