The Squirrel Crossed The Road — текст песни (Jane Siberry)

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