Gus: The Polar Bear From Central Park

What's troubling, Gus, you sound demented

Is it because someone talked and she told me

He no longer thinks anything that moves and

Everything he sees is something to kill and eat

What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet?

The whip-poor-will at dusk

What's troubling, Gus, overhearing conversations

That it's because you're too either them or me

When it's either them or it's us, anything that moves and

Everything you see is something to kill and eat

What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet?

Is that what's troubling you, Gus, the mere mention of the name

Used to be enough to make every bird stop singing

Is that what's troubling you, Gus, no one is afraid

What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet?

Is that what's troubling you, Gus, the mere mention of the name

Used to be enough to make every bird stop singing

The whip-poor-will at dusk tells you no one is afraid

No one is afraid enough

Is it afraid

Or is it afraid enough?

It's troubling, Gus