Half-Moon Rip

[Verse 1]
The Norfolk Southern train at 9:03
Rattles the last good wedding plate on the shelf.
We trace the county lines on your left knee,
Untangling ourselves from being someone else.
The Clorox on the air still burns my nose.

[Chorus]
We don't need a map for where we're going,
Just the half-moon showing through the rip in the seat.
Keep the engine quiet, keep the porch light broken,
We're the best-kept secret on this dead-end street.

[Verse 2]
"Steal the Kroger sign," you whispered from the floor,
Your breath smells like the last of the sweet tea.
It’s half-past summer, quarter to the fall,
And we're running out of ways to disagree.
We can leave a note folded in the seam.

[Chorus]
We don't need a map for where we're going,
Just the half-moon showing through the rip in the seat.
Keep the engine quiet, keep the porch light broken,
We're the best-kept secret on this dead-end street.

[Bridge]
We're just patching holes with what the other's got,
A good-enough seam for a getaway knot.

[Outro]
The screen door's propped with Dad's old army boot.