The caterpillar is a child.
The butterfly, an adult.
Adolescence is that time when we’re wrapped
in the cocoon of a private world and no one,
not even ourselves, knows in the least
what we shall become.
Elbow remembers that cocoon time.
Can you spare a moment to get lost in?
Lippy kids on the corner again…?
Lippy kids on the corner begin settling like crows.?
Though I never perfected the simian stroll,
?the cigarette senate was everything then.
??Do they know those days are golden??
Build a rocket, boys.
?Build a rocket, boys??.
One long June, I came down from the trees?,
and curbstone cool, you were a freshly painted angel?…
Walking on walls, stealing booze and hour-long hungry kisses.
And nobody knew me at home anymore??.
Build a rocket, boys?.
Build a rocket, boys?