People Are Leaving

People are leaving

In total frustration

The throw up their hands

People are leaving

As I stomp into spring

(that don't mean a thing)

The angels are making circles

A gift to every naked fat baby

But everyone?s leaving

To look for a new place to dance

And drilling the heart with sparrows

We?ll try to get up from the ages

And re-write the book of the pharaohs

At least add a couple of pages

And dance

Before everyone leaves

The servants are making a promise

We'll all rise above the depression

The angels are making new circles

A gift to every naked fat baby