Lionsong
Maybe he will come out thisMaybe he won'tSomehow I'm not too bothered either way
Maybe he will come out of this loving meMaybe he will come out of thisI smell declarations of solitudeMaybe he will come out of this
Vietnam vet comes after the warLands in my houseThis wild lion doesn't fit in this chair
Maybe he will come out of this loving meMaybe he won'tI'm not taming no animalMaybe he will come out of this
Once it was simpleOne feeling at a timeIt reached its peak then transformedThese abstract complex feelingsI just don't knowHow to handle themShould I throw oil on one of his moodsBut which one?Make the joy peakHumor peakFrustration peakAnything peakFor clarity
Maybe he will come out of this loving meMaybe he won'tI'm not taming no animalMaybe he will come out of this
Maybe he will come out of thisMaybe he won'tSomehow I'm not too botheredEither way
I refuse, it's a sign of maturityTo be stuck in complexity
I demand clarityEither way
Maybe he will come out of thisOr he will feel solitaireSomehow I'm not too botheredI'd just like to know