Lions
Red sun go down way over dirty townStarlings are sweeping around crazy shoalsYes and a girl is there high heeling across the squareWind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the polesWaiting in the crowd to cross at the lightShe looks around to find a face she can like.
Church bell clinging on just a-trying to get a crowd for EvensongNobody cares to depend upon the chime it playsThey're all in the station praying for trainsCongregation late againIt's getting darker all the time these flagpole daysDrunk old soldier he give her a frightHe's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight.
Strap hanging gunshot soundDoors slamming on the overgroundStarlings are tough but the lions are made of stoneHer evening paper is horror tornBut there's hope later for CapricornsHer lucky stars give her just enough to get her homeThen she's reading about a swing to the rightBut she's a-thinking about a stranger in the nightI'm thinking about the lionsThinking about the lionsWhat happened to the lions tonight.Tonight tonight
Thinking about the lions