Killed By The Telephone

Mary Timony
I had some fun with the wildest of friends
They took me to the park and they threw me away
In the fens
I wandered all night my hand held like a gun
I wandered "˜til I found the light from the city of fun
And this don't know mind I give
To this horrid pilgrimage
We go marching by twos
And our horses run loose
And we can't go back
That's a natural fact
I see the silver faces
Following us in the sky
The townspeople gathered around the square
To see the tightrope-walker fight
The bear
I am the bear with the dullest of claws
Made to fight this life on a rope of meaningless laws
And this don't know mind I give
To this life's pilgrimage
We go marching by twos
And our horses run loose
And we can't go back
That's a natural fact
I see the silver faces
Following us in the sky