The Squirrel Crossed The Road

the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand oh None now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a man in mind second booth the King's Head leave the ordinary men behind go ask them to play all the glorious love songs they can find as for you, Dewar now I understand that the searching never stops until you have a drink in hand drinking to your gloom in the slow-whirl licensed room ah, yes - she was lovely you told us (many times) 'neath the moon the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan... oh Madam now I understand that the searching never stops until things are out of hand then you jump up to heaven pull down the wrath of God you're alive when men are falling down suspended when they're not and oh Thomas now I understand that the searching never stops until you are a man whether early morning hunting deer or women in the sand that measured raging overdrive makes you feel alive a man the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan... oh Sal now I understand that the searching never stops until you're in a foreign land haunting yourself at Delphi or melting in Lausanne or good times in Marbella (yes - you have a lovely tan) and Oh Little One now I understand that your searching never stops until you leave your head you want peace thank God you laugh at what your friends said they said - barefoot in the Himalayas he'll just find his feet have spread but in you I have greatest faith the squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan and the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land and the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks and threw a friend upon the sand