St. vincent

In a garden
Stands a statue
Of the man who won the war

His expression
Tender yearning
Every nation near and far

Oh, sad and ancient father, sweet as honey, tough as leather
Running down the hill on Christmas day

I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
I move so fast
I take a chance
Come up close
I'm not a ghost

Navigator
When you wake up
And you step outside your door

Shoes and panties
Washed and folded
Taking off your dirty clothes

This garden tells a story, amber close-up, faded glory
Running through the streets on Christmas day

I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
Try not to laugh
Just take a chance
I visited
Inside your head

If you trespass,
In this garden
To a place you should not go

If you step out
From the shadows
See the city fall in awe

I am an ape
I stand and wait
A masterpiece
A hairy beast
No need to hide
Come inside
I will not last
I too shall pass