Fly on Icarus
Frozen feet dance fanning flame
Scorched the toes and burned again
Guess I should’ve worn the other’s shoe
The bosses sit in their sailboat’s galley
Sitting proud, sitting paly
The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo
Give me just the time to try
Please don’t leave me high and dry
First I lost my shirt and now my shoes
I apologize if I annoy
My mind always makes me it’s slavish toy
My pockets emptied, no ego to bruise
Business suit, a necktie root
Run down the riverbank
Cool them tootsies baby in the stream
Beneath the skies and all its lies
Wonder what will ever become
Row, row, row your boat, life is but a dream
You can’t fake each choice you make
“Carry the torch son”, a big mistake
Knew I’d just get my digits burned
Dusty leaf lies on the ground
Merrily we all fall down
Knee scrapes and broken flower blooms
Tumble, tumble how fast this world turns!
A racist cat chases a rat
PC in an awkward animal way
Hickory dock and up the clock again
But it’s a different house where you’ll find the mouse
By the shelf with test tubes disguised as prescription vials
The clock struck one and my bell rung again
There’s got to be a better way
The trail head there just up ahead
I think the breeze is blowing directly due south
Perhaps I’m just paranoid
And self consumed in my cranial void
I just see the pin suit cuffs and $1000 shoes
Through my third eye
Give me just the time to try
Please don’t leave me high and dry
First I lost my shirt and now my shoes
I apologize if I annoy
My mind always makes me it’s fucking toy
My pockets turned out, no ego to bruise
Business suit, a necktie root
The old canoe behind the knoll in the green
Beneath the skies and all its lies
Wonder what will ever become
Row, row, row your boat son, gently down the stream
There’s got to be a better way
The water winding just up ahead
I think the breeze is blowing directly to the south
Perhaps I’m just paranoid
And self consumed in my cranial void
I just see the pinstriped suit sails and sailor suits
Through my third eye
Rubber legs and seasick bags
Hold me over the gunnel side
Guess I should’ve staid on solid ground - to see what could be found-
The bosses sit in their sailboat’s lounge
Cigars, smoke, ashes we all fall down
The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo
My brain, a numb cerebral spin
Feeling higher than I’ve ever been
Please don’t ever leave me high and dry
First I lost my shirt, then sight of the sky
I apologize if my smile is wry
Hey look Peter: I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!
I can fly
I can fly
I can fly
