Rhododendron
Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark
Pinch a trolley, push me around the park
Two strands of paint run, gulls circle above
Did you know that the dawn and the dusk were in love?
We make our way down to the rhododendron dell
The past starts to shrink as the future starts to swell
Oranges and reds are now handcuffed together
And they can't escape god's boots of black leather
Hand me six dollars worth of bottle and booze
Which hair is mine, whose skin is whose
Like a flower her scent is not lost in the dark
Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark