You sound feeble

You talk tall but you walk small

It’s time I leave you

Uptown with your old phone

Through the streets where

Chalk’s drawn

 

You know I love you

Now

But that’s no complain or call to fame

 

You look eager

To go far on the cat walk

meager beaver

On a tree but you cant chomp
I can see your

High flight’s gonna fall hard

Mama

 

And Though I’ll keep loving you
I can’t stay to see it through

I’ve got too much things to do

Before I give up my youth

 

All of these fears of mine

Of years and of passing time

Of one and one making lives

To wake and hear babies cry

Waaahhh

 

Over the southern sun

And under the northern lights

Be with me when I’m born

Be with me when I die

 

Under the desert’s brush

Touching the starkest nights

Be with my back to dust

Back to a baby’s cry

Waaaahhh

 

I believe you

Show off all your strong cards

Such odd features

A big car but your cock’s small

Looks like you need those

Car honks

To tell you they love you

Now,

To Make and sustain

What’s in your brain

You look eager

To go far on the cat walk

Meager beaver

On a tree but you chomp small
I can see your

High flight’s gonna fall hard

Mama