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Her license was revoked and so she calls a car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