Toenail Clipping Moon

Streetlamp on a park bench in the dying light of day
She’s just a child with a child, in her arms, she prays
For the strength to do what she has to do
The baby cries and she whispers softly
I wish I could give you silver, not a rusty old spoon
Underneath, the toenail clipping moon//

The father really wasn’t worth much talking about He swore
That he loved her and then he walked out the door
When she told him that he would become a dad
Just two poor kids with nothing to do
And she said he’s just confused, he’ll be coming back soon
Underneath the toenail clipping moon//

There’s dust on the floor and no food on the shelf
I can barely afford to take care of myself
Got no one to help me I’m in all alone
It’s no way to live, a child needs a home
A child needs a home//

Streetlamp on a park bench in the dying light of day
Tomorrow she knows she has to give away
I know someone will love you as much as me
And give you what you deserve rightfully
And maybe someday I’ll see you in April or June
Underneath the toenail clipping moon//