Sometimes I feel a bit precautious
not a bit precocious
a bit expialidocious
a little Sherlock Holmes-ish
but I can’t let anyone know this
because I look around
and suddenly notice
my life is ordinary.
And I have dreams to fly
things to do before I die
things I don’t want to fade
into the by and by
and I just hope someday I’ll find
a Love that makes me Love
makes me feel like I can let down my pride
But what happens when a daddy’s boy
feels more like he’s gotta be coy
because daddy may be employed
but he comes home and tells stories he don’t enjoy
and he falls into the trap
he warned me about, with poise
and doesn’t see
he’s setting the scene
for his young man to only know
how to self destroy
so here i sit.
anywhere but there.
anywhere.
Jimmy Fallon on the tube
for night six-one-two
and there’s gotta be something to do
but when you’re told you’ve got nothing to prove
why move?
why not just soothe
yourself into a grave
into a sober mood
i don’t mean to be rude
but it’s bliss to get where you’re going, soon
and by a full moon
I see Peter Pan and the month of June
and Christmas can’t come too soon
please come soon
I think I broke the looking glass
settled in to typical middle class
half a mass
it’s all just crew and cast
except the one thing that makes it Last
it may all be tradition
it may be all crass
but my, we bought our past
from our father’s father, and pass
on our problems with the A-bomb blast
we admire how bright
is the brilliance of an atom smash
we invented its grasp
hang it on our necks with a clasp
next to our crucifix, on the mast
Our ship’s out to sea
and we
the unpredictable, unclean
but maybe
just maybe
we’ll never see
nothing but
the ordinary.
Does it all have to be
so…
…so…
ordinary?
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