Mira by Max Wickstrom Lyrics

Got lost last night
Turned up today
They found her in a ditch half a mile away
There'd been some confusion
Troubling conclusion
She said she could get home okay

Through the field she weaves
Butter knife and everything
Out to chase the ghost she claims
Had snuck in through the dog door
Drifting under the willow tree
Where June lost her identity
And Mira lost her locket

Leave it in that certain place
All wrapped in lace, even though you know
I'm not from the moon and you arеn't either