Dark Angel

A dark angel parachutes down into an abandoned town He says: Oh, I've been looking for a certain white clown Doesn't look like you're it But you're the only one around So I guess you'll have to do, He says So anyway... how are you doin'? I say, Actually, I can't stand all the new machines It's supposed to be all brand new but it just looks the same He says: Oh, it looks like you're bored. So try this he says to me: Why don't you get yourself an old beret And why don't you find an old café? And sit at a time and write something new That's never been heard before Or write your own manifesto. That would do Just make sure you use a pencil So you can always get it... you know... right Look at all the things I've bought I can't believe what they cost Just a lot of plastic and numbers on my credit card I'm feeling kind of lost The world that used to seem so small I could wrap my arms around it Now it seems so big. And he said: Oh >From your pictures I guessed that you were tall But actually... I gotta go now It's a small world full of light It's a small world full of light But I wouldn't want to have to paint it