POCKETFUL OF METEORS

I found a spoon in my coat
And it looked like a silver Moon
You said: Pick a lane, any lane
So I drove toward a cartoon

There was bread on the dashboard
And a map made out of gum
I laughed so hard I spilled my name
Now the whole room hums

Turn it over
Turn it around
Little weird thing
Pulling me down

I don't know why
I can't stop now
Pocketful of meteors
Pocketful of meteors

You shake them loose, I come back more
Pocketful of meteors
Pocketful of meteors
One small spark, and I want more
(Pocketful of meteors)

At the laundromat lobby
A kid in boots counted stars
I bought two lemons, one old key
And a candy bar with scars

You wore that grin like a dare
Like you knew my crooked plan
I kept a match in my sleeve
Just to see if it would stand

Turn it over
Turn it around
Little weird thing
Pulling me down

I don't know why
I can't stop now
Pocketful of meteors
Pocketful of meteors

You shake them loose, I come back more
Pocketful of meteors
Pocketful of meteors
One small spark, and I want more
(Pocketful of meteors)

If the world wants tidy lines
I draw rockets in the rain
If they say: Grow up, settle down
I say: Watch me do it again

Hold my hand, we can slip
Through the crack in the floor
I was bored of being small
Now I'm knocking on the door

Pocketful of meteors
Pocketful of meteors
You shake them loose, I come back more
Pocketful of meteors

Pocketful of meteors
One small spark, and I want more
(Pocketful of meteors)