half-moon morning

I could hang my hat

on the corner 

of this sharp half-moon morning

I could sail away

in the belly

of this smooth half-moon boat

If 

you haven't 

looked at this 

morning as 

something you 

choose

don't follow your shoes

there's a sky up there

I could lay my head

on the pillow 

of this soft cloud floating

I could leave forever

on the mountain 

of this island cloud rolling

rolling away

If 

you haven't 

looked at this 

morning as 

something you 

choose

don't follow your shoes

there's a sky up there