When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground


ziggi said...

rainbows are beautiful n'est pas? I wonder why you have to go over them, under should be just as good.

I, like the view, still said...

and one end as good as another, whether or not a pot of gold is involved


mig bardsley said...

A bit of magic wherever and whichever way you look at them :)

Dave said...

Good morning. Lovely to see you round at my place last night.

Mel said...

A fine morning to you!

I do hope you rested and got another chance to feel the moss underfoot.