cowboy junkies
my little basquiat
My little boy on the kitchen floor (my little basquiat) Stick men fighting stick dinosaurs (my little basquiat) Colours leaping all over the mat (my little basquiat) The kitchen floor is where it's at For my little basquiat One day He'll be golden Maybe chosen Perhaps to lead One day He'll be shaken Maybe taken Perhaps to bleed My big girl swinging from the bars (my little comaniche) Fist of stone flying above the yard. (my little comaniche) Halfway up is halfway down (my little comaniche) Or maybe it's the other way around For my little comaniche One day She'll be moonlight Maybe too bright Perhaps, to shine One day She'll be found out Maybe ground down Perhaps she'll cry My little girl on her mothers lap (my little panchen lama) Sucking on her fingers, surveying the roadmap (my little panchen lama) Seems to be the only one around (my little panchen lama) That sees the red lights at the end of town (my little panchen lama) One day They'll be older Maybe bolder Perhaps, than me One day They'll be rising Maybe living Perhaps, in peace