Album: Here Comes Everyone
A boy prefers a crowd of older folks
He will bow
He holds a snow cone parallel to the stone
To the boardwalking elders, it’s a magic microphone
Sing a warning song
He sounds just like Perry Como
Tie a sweater to his hips
Hang tight to the flagpole
His feet kick out to the threatening sky
Too young for prediction, they’re ignoring his signs
He was just for decoration, just a little entertainment
Everyone has something that they’d like to see torn down
But not this smal house that has walked upon stilts
Nor the roller rink or bakeries that have shuttered up since
Oh, Isabel, as I make my way home my baritone, is guaranteed gold
But it was just an aberration, just your wind at my throat
I rode into a car door, into the bushes I was thrown
They were just for decoration
How was I to know?