Neverland

Long ago when mercury descended high on the moon Far below when little hands are making shapes in the room The shadows they dance and they cheer up this place The face, then staring through a tiny crack in the door Eyes so wide he's never seen a woman fall on the floor I swear Daddy's killed her this time Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away? Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face? Should I make a bullet? Should I try to shoot the gun? I'm sure the judge will let me off real soon. Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way pa*s the sun Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun The pencils; the crayons; the paint colors run The plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue Eyes so wide he's telling Mommy all the things he can do He'll sketch our contraption to save them for sure He can draw an alien He can come and take them home He can draw a cartoon He can draw a safety hatch He can draw a hot bath He can plug a toaster in And wait til' Daddy's nice and warm - toss it in And then when he's gone there's a neverland of fun Take a loaded gun Take a shot of rum Take a poison rat There's a lesson in that No more pulls and fist No more face to hit No more bloody nose Or apologetic roads Long ago when Mercury descended high above the moon (Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away?) Far below when little hands are making shapes in the room (Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face?) Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way pa*s the sun (Should I draw a cartoon? Should I draw an alien?) Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun (Should I draw a hot bath? Should I plug a toaster in?)