Lunatic (Popper John)

Move on And shuffle off Winter's gift is a burning cough Once a stranger Always a friend To the cold and the odd stare And the danger Should he ever open his mouth And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Some day he thinks he may fool everyone And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Doorways and hope keep him warm Strangely calm before the storm Quite sure that he will be free To speak of voices he can't quite see They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time And when the bugle sound Knocks the mountains down His work will be done Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear For the angels when they come So he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Till he assumes his place Then he'll see the face of God, of God The ruthless King of Kings Who keeps telling him things That still seem odd So he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Move on