Fishboy - The Contents of Your Pocket

So you reach in your pocket, and you pull out a note
And it says, "hey man, I think that you should get off the road"
And you look up, and you're standing on the freeway
And all the cars are honking their horns

So you reach in your pocket, and you pull out a car
And it's the same car you drove twenty years ago
And you look down, expecting a giant pocket
But instead, you see you have no pants

But in the back of the trunk, there's another pair of pants
And they just so happen to be your size
And as you're pulling them on, in the back seat of your car
A single tear drops from your eye

So you start up the engine, and you begin to sing
But you just can't remember the words
So you decide that what you need is silence
But that doesn't last for very long

So you reach in the glove box, and you pull out a tape
And it looks just like it's blank, but you'll still give it a try
And on the first side, there's a man, and he's singing
And you realize he must be from the moon

He sings, you can keep the car, and you can keep the pants
And you can keep this tape, too
Take these things for free, to you, from me
Sincerely, the man on the moon

Written by:
Eric Michener

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