Cub

Lyrics

One afternoon on the train There was a child sitting beside me Smearing the glass With his face and hands Let's look for things to do He said, "I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter" "Or can you curl your tongue like this?" "I can." Curiosity clings It's a roof weather tight For this only son He's buried in himself while The world goes up for sale Sitting beside him It's like when a dog smiles The wait is never long And conquering grows futile While the world's for sale He's buried in himself I would sooner believe this star Not nearly 3 feet tall