GOT IT GOOD
     

There's a kite lying broken in my window
Dreaming of a raging wind
Broken-down jalopy in the tall grass
Self portrait winks at me and grins
Gonna take a walk down that black road
Machines roll by deaf and blind
Telling me it's gonna be a long walk tonight
But the moon comes up and sings
Oh yeah she sings

You've got it good

Smell of rotting peaches hangs in the night
Slaughtered beasts and squabbling crows
Ghosts of tigers stalk the gravestones
Of men buried far from home
The women say my clothes are burning
Men mutter prayers and look away
I sleep in flowerbeds with starlight
And the stars circle as they say
Circle as they say

You've got it good

While walking in spiteful lands of steel and glass
I saw an eclipse of the sun
For once the eyes and ears turned upward
Fearing what might be to come
Babies cried and traffic trembled
I blew my horn and day returned
The people took me on their shoulders
And the silver rained upon the one they'd spurned

Sun yelled out through daydreams
Sun whispered and burned
Don't think you've got it bad stranger
Old man you've got it good

You've got it good



© David Lowe 1992