Becca didn’t sleep a single wink last night
She was busy working the X-acto knife
Trimming squares of tinted plastic carefully
During the eclipse she will be Downtown Disney

Her license was revoked and so she calls a car
Stakes her spot at Sam’s Enchanted Tiki Bar
Sipping Hypno-tinis ‘neath the blank blue sky
Handing paper shades out to the passers by

3 o’clock approaching
Soon the moment will come
Becca’s given glasses out to everyone
Beholding the celestial phenomenon
She’s the only one who isn’t looking up

Folks won’t notice right away that something’s amiss
Strange the way the setting sun blurs and bulges
Waking in the darkness to their crying kids
Feeling for the light switch
They will hear the ocean