Paper cup moon

I found a paper cup moon stuck in the Gum on my shoe on the corner by the Laundromat with a red truck leaking blue. A kid drew eyes on a cardboard box, Said, "Turn it into a ship." So I did, and the rain went hard, and The whole block laughed a bit. Tell me why The small stuff stays. Why a little crooked thing can change my day. Paper cup moon. Hold on, hold on. Paper cup moon. Don't fade too soon. Little things shine when the world feels bruised. Paper cup moon. I'm looking at you. Old, Old man fed fries to the pigeons on the Bench by the bus stop sign. A girl in green socks skipped puddles like she'd Never want to miss time. And I swear that broken cardboard ship looked ready To leave the curb when the sky turned silver Over us, and nobody said a word. Tell me why the small stuff stays. Why a little crooked thing can change my day. Paper cup moon. Hold on, hold on. Paper cup moon. Don't fade too soon. Little things shine when the world feels bruised. Paper cup moon. I'm looking at you. Maybe Joy comes plain in a cracked-up frame, In a bent-back sign, in a kid's made-up name. So I lean right in, let it fill my View. If the night goes dark, I'll still find You. Paper cup moon. Hold on, hold on. Paper cup moon. Don't fade too soon. Little things shine when world feels bruised. Paper cup moon. I'm looking at you