Long ago when mercury descended high on the moon
Far below when little hands are making shapes in the room
The shadows they dance and they cheer up this placeThe face that's staring through a tiny crack in the door
Eyes so wide, he's never seen a woman fall on the floor
I swear daddy's killed her this timeShould I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?Should I make a bullet?
Should I try to shoot the gun?
I'm sure the judge will let me off real soonLong ago when saturn tried to find a way past the sun
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun
The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors runThe plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue
Eyes so wide, he's telling mommy all the things he can do
He'll sketch a contraption to save them for sureHe can draw an alien
He can come and take them home
He can draw a cartoon
He can draw a safety hatchHe can draw a hot bath
He can plug a toaster in
And wait till daddy's nice and warm
Toss it inAnd then when he's gone
There's a neverland of funTake a loaded gun
Take a shot of rum
Take a poison rat
There's a lesson in thatNo more closing fist
No more face to hit
No more bloody nose
Or apologetic rosesLong ago when mercury descended high above the moon
(Should I make a rocket? Should I try to fly away?)
Far below little hands are making shapes in the room
(Should I make a hammer? Should I try to smash his face?)Long ago when saturn tried to find a way past the sun
(Should I draw a cartoon? Should I draw an alien?)
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun
(Should I draw a hot bath? Should I plug a toaster in?)