Track Insight / Lyrics
He counts copper in a wooden bowl
Each silver stripe beneath the shade
The afternoon is turning cold
His worn scarf holds one coin he made
A taxi slows beside the stall
The meter clicks its patient tale
Two strangers share the fading light
As winter settles on the rail
Little coins, copper moon
Count them till the daylight dies
Little hands, make silver room
Turn the weather in your eyes
Little coins, copper moon
Some are heavy, some are light
Little hearts stand closer soon
In the quiet of the night
He sells sweet figs from branches brown
And calls the stranger by the door
The taxi driver shakes his head
Like weather passing evermore
Little coins, copper moon
Count them till the daylight dies
Little hands, make silver room
Turn the weather in your eyes
Little coins, copper moon
Some are heavy, some are light
Little hearts stand closer soon
In the quiet of the night
A wise old driver once did say
The road grows kind around the bend
Two empty bowls can hold the same
And strangers help the stranger mend
The vendor hums a loosened tune
A taxi light cuts through the blue
He rolls the bright coins into a moon
Then leaves one silver coin for you
The driver lifts a paper bag
The vendor bows without a word
Two quiet hearts across the flag
Turn empty roads into a bird
Little coins, copper moon
Count them till the daylight dies
Little hands, make silver room
Turn the weather in your eyes
Little coins, copper moon
Heavy losses fade from sight
Little hearts can climb the noon
When they share the road's small light
The vendor locks his wooden till
The taxi fades beyond the hill
Two pockets hold the evening still
Two strangers walk the same old road
The copper moon burns gold within
And warms the hands that share the load
