Swans

There's flowers in my house And I bought them myself No surprises in the record collection You must have thought I was someone else I'm still afraid to get lost In a city I might explore But I'm not afraid to have An eloquent boy at my door At my door, at my door, at my door Oh, you want to be a writer Fantastic idea You say you've never seen America I really think you'll like it there Maybe you should travel with me Is this the best idea Because you've never seen a Redwood And you've never touched a deer A deer, a deer, a deer A deer, a deer, my dear Are swans deceiving us all? Oh I for one should know I never felt myself so graceful And I never swam so slow So slow, so slow, so slow So slow, so slow, so slow So slow, so slow, so slow