all i can think is campfires
and the moon, you know?
all i can think is the moon
the moon and the wind like fingers in the trees
all i can think is i ran away this one time,
all alone on the beach with the crabs and the broken zipper
and the strange boy who lives in my head sometimes
and the acoustic guitar
and the wind in the trees like fingers
all i can think is i'm alone
and i'm alone like white light on rocks
and i'm alone like damp in lunar dust
in far-off craters
and all i can think is,
i'm something like a story for girls in scarves.