The Llama

To ride on a
Black winged Llama over desert
In the chill of night
Wasn’t my idea
Stirrup me
Now that I’m here I’ve got nothing to lose
For the record
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
A blue land
And besides that everything in sight
Has lost it’s color
And if it was
Hiding beneath the surface
Of this great scape
I would still want to wait
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I want to be brave
And believe that this fierce flapping creature
Is heaving in good faith
Holding on
But there’s no part of him that doesn’t
Disappear
Under my hands…
Carry me away
But CARRY ME!
Carry me away
But CARRY ME!
CARRY ME!
CARRY ME!