ONE SMALL SEAT

The Moon Rides With Us

A kid asks why the moon keeps following the car, and the answer turns out to be bigger than the windshield. "My answer fits inside the windshield. Her question passes through the roof."

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Intro

Why does the moon keep coming with us?

Verse 1

Mama drives with both hands easy, knows the pavement, knows the miles, knows which exit floods in August, keeps the needle holding high. Dad can hear a belt go crooked, find a fuse beneath the dash. Their son names the spark and piston, learned the engine parts and splash. Their daughter knows the window button, and that stars move when they move. Four good answers, four clean seat belts, none as wide as where they can prove.

Refrain

From one small seat, we call the part we touch complete. From one small seat.

Verse 2

None saw iron leave the mountain, none saw rubber leave the tree, none watched oil become a gallon, none packed ships across the sea. A tower hands their words to towers. A satellite redraws the turn. Underneath, the planet carries road and wheel and fires burn. Earth falls onward round the sunlight. Sun rides through a galaxy. Past the roof are larger engines no one buckled in can see.

Chorus

From one small seat, we name the hands upon the wheel. We draw a map around our feet and call the part we touch complete. But past the glass, is past what we know, the road is riding something too. From one small seat.

Bridge

I start to tell her, "It's perspective." I know the word. I know the proof. My answer fits inside the windshield. Her question passes through the roof. Maybe wisdom isn't silence. Maybe wonder isn't fear. Maybe both can share a back seat we know the edge is nothing to fear.

Chorus

From one small seat, we name the hands upon the wheel. We draw a map around our feet and call the part we touch complete. Past atmosphere and orbit, past the oldest words we know, the road is riding something too. The moon rides with the four of us, or maybe we ride with the moon. From one small seat.

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