Along The Road

There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone It made me stop and grin Light from a dying moon It blurs our eyes And we wear a cape of fireflies And after the world's in bed All the ghosts come sing along But we'll forget them When the morning comes And I slept on the ocean last night I could see you all, and you all were dancing sideways Your feet stuck to the skies And I could see the airplanes dance behind your eyes And I was glad I found the time --- Along the Road - Radical Face