Palm Trees - Small Feet

I want there to be palm trees

I want them to be ruffling when we’re through

I want there to be cities

Where I can go and wait in off grey hills

I want there to be orphans

Who I can find a home for when I’m gone

I want there to be old friends

And breakfast when I wake up on my boat

I want someone to make me

I want someone to ask me how am I

Don’t want you to betray me

Just to not feel all our dreams this foul

I want to have a heart love

I want to have a snow cone and a beau

I want to go on airplanes

And get myself some place that isn’t here

Sometimes I worry bout the future

Sometimes I feel lonely, old and so low

I learned to disagree now

So sometimes I just disagree for fun

The savages have won now

And righteous men must lead them to the wolves

But the trees are long gone now

A man is sitting right there where they stood

And singers have no songs now

You’ll see them in their slippers on the road

They’re mumbling in some melody

Reflected off the surface long ago