Mommyheads Would He Know
Driving down an open highway Wondering Michael rows His boat ashore and he does it my way Then would he ever know What's underneath the broken starlight Then totaled on the access raod? Could he escape by trying to fly away? And would he know? Now he's laying bricks on boulders Sweat beads his crown of thorns Making a home for junkie vultures So sure the sun is bored His dragonflies are made of tissue They'll burn up at the slightest storm The flying suit hangs in the closet Was it ever worn? I want to know if he can sleep How clean a castle does he keep? Not knowing Not knowing Not knowing Not knowing Not knowing Not knowing Driving down an open highway Wondering if Michael knows