Shine on Me

Grids of green, like a big checkerboard
Through a stretched, blurry white cotton ball
Wondering what it would feel like to join them
The little ants in their pools, playing baseball

I've made up my mind
When the ants are men I'll make my mind up for good

Tumbling, through the deafening chorus
Of the flock floating freely below
Do I stay and enjoy the performance
Or fold my arms, close my eyes and keep going

I've made up my mind
When the ants are men I'll make my mind up for good

Shine on me
Shine on me

There's a house I know
Neatly lined up in a row
But the roof is giving in
And though the fence is gone
They've been tending to the lawn
With a sundial keeping time

A shadow shape flailing clear into focus
On a parking lot where a square used to be
Clutching on to this threadly delusion
the roofless house, soon for sale, could be free

I've made up my mind
When the ants are men I'll make my mind up for good

Shine on me
Shine on me
Shine on me
Shine on me



Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Phipps
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