Out in the Park

Don’t you know what time it is? It’s the new time All disciples gathering by the boats Your revolution is chasing its tail You love to take the wind out of my sail But not this time In between commercial breaks It’s a new war Men with books have run away to the coast All the ladies quit calling them back And started plotting a counter attack You foolish animals! She’s out in the park, conducting the birds Trying to remember which bicycle’s hers Filling her pockets with handfuls of dirt It’s amazing Out in the park Out in the park For sale: forgetfulness At a new price I saw it advertised on TV But all the children were busy outside Building sand castles skyscraper-high You foolish animals! She’s out in the park, conducting the birds Trying to remember which bicycle’s hers Filling her pockets with handfuls of dirt It’s amazing Out in the park Out in the park Out in the park By way of the dark . . . The summer sun will be ours . . . Out in the park, fight the war! What are your hearts and your wheelbarrows for? Lean on me, man, I don’t keep score Out in the park conducting the birds Covering France with the trail of her skirt Singing a sermon to beautiful earth . . . Out in the park Out in the park . . .