Lions

Red sun go down way over dirty town

Starlings, they're sweepin' around in crazy shoals

Yes, and a girl is there, high-heelin' all across the square

The wind, it blows around in her hair, and the flags upon the poles

Waitin' in the crowd to cross at the light

She looks around to find a face she can like

Church bell clinging on just a trying to get a crowd for even song

Nobody cares to depend upon the chimes it plays

They're all in the station prayin' for trains

A congregation, late again

It's getting darker all the time, these flagpole days

Drunk old soldier he give her a fright

He's a crazy lion he's a howling for a fight

(Fight)

Strap hangin', gunshot sound

Doors slammin' on the overground

Starlings are tough, but the lions are made of stone

Her evenin' paper is horror-torn

But there's hope later for Capricorns

Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home

Then she read about a swing to the right

But she's a thinking about a stranger in the night

I'm thinkin' about the lions

Thinking about the lions

What happened to the lions tonight?

Tonight, tonight

Thinkin' about the lions