[Verse 1: Donald Roeser]
The blossoms are falling
Making a white path
Across the grass
Thunderheads are building, your skin tightens
And you wait for the flash
Across the street, the boys are laughing
As they wash each other's cars
They turn up the hip-hop
White boys
Rapping with the black stars

[Chorus: Donald Roeser]
Are you in the pocket of the moment (in this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (in this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment

[Verse 2: Donald Roeser]
Overhead a rumble, it's not thunder
It's a 747
The postman grumbles, it's past eleven
The street is sixth, it should be seventh
You hear the chiming of the ice cream truck
Rambling like in a dream
I hear your footsteps behind me
The sweetest eddy in the stream
[Chorus: Donald Roeser]
Are you in the pocket of the moment (in this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (in this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Are you in the pocket of the moment (in this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (in this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment

[Outro: Donald Roeser]
Are you in the pocket of the moment (in this particular second)
Screwed into the socket of the moment (in this particular second)
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment