where you going so fast?
bet you wish it would last
(you won't last)
all the years in the past
while the train at the edge of the bed
blows its final whistle,
because you're still as little
as a little ant
gazing up at a redwood tree
man little man little man little man
little man little man little man little man
where you going so pale?
bet you hope it's not jail
(go to jail)
put your house up for sale
while you and your wife lay in bed
i play
why you growing so small?
bet you wish you were tall
(i'm too tall)
bet you wish i would fall
while the bus under your bed
skids away and overturns
killing your little son and 27 of his little mates
on their way to the Beatle concert that will never be
©1976 r.stevie moore
as appears on
returns