Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square
Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.
Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays
They’re all in the station praying for trains
Cogregations late again
It’s getting darker all the time these flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He’s crazy lion howling for a fight.
Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
Her evening paper is horror torn
But there’s hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home
Then she’s reading about a swing to the right
But she’s thinking about a stranger in the night
I’m thinking about the lions tonight
What happened to the lions.
– Dire Straits –
They migrated north for the Summer, as lions do of course.
I often see great flocks of them flying over here on their way from
Africa*, a sturdy umbrella is well advised for walking out on those days.
* Oddly, when I tell peple this they keep suggesting I might want to lay off
the herbal sleeping pills, I am just completely unable to see the connection.
People can be so random sometimes 8)