Lionsong

Maybe he will come out this Maybe he won't Somehow I'm not too bothered either way Maybe he will come out of this loving 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 loving me Maybe he won't (he won't) I'm not taming no animal Maybe he will come out of this Once it was simple, one feeling at a time It reached this peak then transformed These abstract complex feelings I just don't know how to handle them Should I throw oil on one of his moods? But which one? Make joy peak Humor peak Frustration peak Anything peak for clarity Maybe he will come out of this loving me Maybe he won't I'm not taming no animal Maybe he will come out of this 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 he will feel so solitaire Somehow I'm not too bothered I'd just like to know