What a nice dream
He awoke from this morning
Bright-eyed buildings bending back into
Silhouettes who tease him and amuse
He could see the flies
Watching from outside
Little winged shapes
Off to 9 to 5s
He’s never knowing
What the world has planned to show him
He’s never knowing
What the world has planned
So much goes on these days
In these barren lands, in this modern waste
Slips off a symphony of tongues
Slips right through
Every blank stare his direction
Every sight a new obsession
Meanwhile
He was howling at the moon
Who told him take it as is
Take it as it is
Summer burns out its light
It keeps away the flies for the night
Sunburnt wings crumble in question
Winter melts to spring
A beautiful occasion this month will bring
Milky streaks stir and awaken
Slips right through
Every blank stare his direction
Every sight a new obsession
Meanwhile
He was howling at the moon
Who told him take it as is
Take it as it is
He could see the flies
Watching from outside
Little winged shapes
Off to 9 to 5s
He’s never knowing
What the world has planned to show him
He’s never knowing
What the world has planned

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