Lionsong

Maybe he will come out of this

Maybe he won't (Yeah)

Somehow, I'm not too bothered either way

Maybe he will come out of this lovin' me

Maybe he will come out of this

I smell declarations of solitude

Maybe he will come out of this

Vietnam vet comes after the war

Lands in my house

This wild lion doesn't fit in this chair

Maybe he will come out of this lovin' me

Maybe he won't (Yeah)

I'm not taming no animal

Maybe he will come out of this

Once it was simple

One feeling at a time

It reached its peak, then transformed

These abstract, complex feelings

I just don't know how to handle them

Should I throw oil on one of these moods?

But which one?

The joy peak

Humor peak

Frustration peak

Anything peak

For clarity

Maybe he will come out of this lovin' me

Maybe he won't (Yeah)

I'm not taming no animal

Maybe he will come out of this (Yeah)

Maybe he will come out of this

Maybe he won't

Somehow, I'm not too bothered either way

Somehow, I'm not too bothered either way

I refuse, it's a sign of maturity

To be stuck in complexity

I demand all clarity

Maybe he will come out of this

Or, or he will feel solitaire

Somehow, I'm not too bothered

I'd just like to know