MOOSE IN BROOKLYN words & music by Lenny Solomon
©
L. Solomon 2008
Getting up was such a trial,
he couldn’t see, he couldn’t smile
His imagination in denial, he
had no place to go
He had nothing left to show,
for all his living days
But that was before, he finally
saw
Could not believe his eyes,
a surreal surprise
On that misty day, in
He once thought that all was
lost, when emptiness became his boss
Finding too late that the
cost, was too much for him to bear
The edge of that despair, almost
whittled him away
But that was before, he
finally saw
Could not believe his eyes,
a surreal surprise
On that misty day, in
He was assured the going
rate, for those like him who couldn’t wait
Was to crawl inside a leap
of faith, so he wouldn’t have to think
So he sipped that magic
drink, and prayed that he’d be saved
But that was before, he
finally saw
Could not believe his eyes,
a surreal surprise
On that misty day, in
He sometimes wondered if his
time, was nothing more than a lost rhyme
A poem that travels down a
line, to its final end
And when he drops his pen, will
it vanish in a haze
But that was before, he
finally saw
Could not believe his eyes,
a surreal surprise
On that misty day, in