Flamingo
Flamingo
That red thing
That statue
That bird
You threw me for a loop, I hit the stoop, won't fly the coop
How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess
There's nothing he can't handle, I can't handle anything
I don't know what i'm going to do
Effortlessly balanced, the flamingo stands poised on one leg
I surface from the channels underground to face it
So much more vivid than on the screen, elegant, meticulously designed
Oh flamingo, I ask, when this day off is over, when I return to the doldrums
Whatever will I do?
College? To do what?
What am I interested in?
Nothing.
You're crazy.
Is that all?
Bring me back to that flamingo
Whose red arch provided me shade
Whilst I was splayed across that concrete beach
Fryeing, boiling, melting, they'd have to scrap me off the slab
If it weren't for you
I am not going to sit on my ass
As the events that affect me unfold
To determine the course of my life
Lost in paradise knowing all too well that so soon they'd make me leave
As I walked back to the boat from that sunny grey concrete jungle
And the mist washed over my scorched and sunburned calves
And I looked up at that red flamingo
And I parted my lips and spoke
I'm going to take a stand
I'm going to defend it
Right or wrong
I'm going to defend it
Ferry me back to the windy city
From some unknown faraway beach
Where the nighthawks are just a block away
And the flamingo is just within reach