I
knew a staircase that led up to the sun.
And
I’d go all the way up, but the heat did not faze me.
I’d
sit Indian style on the edge of a cloud playin’ with my G.I. Joes,
Thinkin’
about a sidewalk Sunday. Along came a bird.
He
perched upon my shoulder, Whispered in my ear.
“Today
is a mighty fine day.” And I said, “yes sir I do agree.”
What
is your name? And he said,
Solomon,
It’s nice to meet you.
Solomon,
Why don’t we play a game?
Solomon,
Lets run away together.
We’ll
sing the songs of Solomon.
I
remember this little boy, He used to play with me.
Until
he had to move away.
I
didn’t think I’d ever see that boy again until the other day.
He
landed on my doorstep.
And
I said “Randy! Won’t you come out and play.
We’ve
got a lot of catching up to do wouldn’t you agree.”
He
said, “ Yes sir, I do agree. Who is
your friend?”
Who
him? Well, that’s…
Solomon.
It’s nice to meet you.
Solomon.
Why don’t we play a game?
Solomon.
Lets run away together.
Solomon.
Do
do do do…
Solomon.
It’s nice to meet you.
Solomon.
Why don’t we play a game?
Solomon.
Lets run away together.
Solomon