That lonely stump in the park
those ringing sounds of the dark
lifeless leaves on the bottom of your shoe
make up a song of fright and gloom
a rant, and maybe a terminal note
that spiral the tiny ball in your throat
that burrow far from the good-natured sky
like slouched soldiers on the sly.
Oh, rip that piece of paper
and don’t let those hands waver
for the fledglings of joy will soon stop by
cancel the noise like the songs that got you by.
I know you’ll rise from under this rock
pick up your head and walk
give me a list of all the things you like
and I’ll give you one of mine
if it is the conversations that you crave
if it will bring a smile to your face
we’ll talk about the bits and bobs you want to buy
heckle and joke, watch the time fly.