I've got a pocket full of sun
I pull it out to see what it's become
And I hold it still and gently in my hand
The sun is soft, shifting shape
It spirals into a surface wave
Seeps through my fingers and turns into sand

I don't want to let the sun go
I should have kept my eye on it like Galileo

The sun slides onto the sidewalk
Spreads its glow up and down the block
And hits the glass windowpane across the street
The sun dances in a little girl's hair
Her mother's eyes squint in the glare
Then it moves along casting shadows on the concrete

I chase the sun like it's all mine
But I can't run as fast as the sun shines

My pocket's empty and inside out
How will I do without the sun to make my day
What can I do to make the sun stay?

I've got a pocket full of sun
I picked up a piece that had begun to light the sky
like late afternoon in summertime

Turns out there's enough to go around
Anyone can have sun they found

I've got a pocket full of sun
I pull it out to see what its become

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