Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too
It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes
Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune
I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place
Got on a plane and just left her there
Smiling, she, chasing me
A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually
Waiting came, then
Watching
Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark
Peeking
She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight
She didn’t lose me
She didn’t
Announce yourself
Unannounced, if need be
Unlike your father before you
Who never arrived
Announced
Unannounced
Or otherwise
