First came the rain then dirt
Then they mixed it all together
Made something like yourself
Out of just dirt and rain: the weather
That's all it was
That's all it is
That's all it was
That's all it is
The man sculpted from dry mud
Sat on a park bench contemplating the sun
Friend or foe, dry more yet or no?
By what measure does your statue stature go?
No verbal response but showered in energy
The sun gave no words back tentatively
But gave more energy than he could use
While the worms started to tunnel right through his shoes
How nice to be able to sit and think he thought
As a man made from mud this is all I got
The hue of his blazer jacket started to fade
From a dark wet brown to a soft khaki grey
What is yet to come is not yet done
Might as well be here and stare at the sun
How nice to be able to sit and think he thought
As a man made from mud this is all I got