Queen Day by Day

When your mother's dead and your feet feel like lead
and your clan has resorted to pounding sand
and promises don't pan
Won't you sit down and listen to some random jazz
and let loose your pizazz.

When the politicos who rule lose control
and world peace is dependent on pharmaceuticals
and you need to get existential as well as physical
won't you listen for a second
and just beckon.

It seems like the bureaucrats have blessed you
But perhaps it's deception
Time will tell who's who and where is hell
And then won't you sing to me
then won't you be by, be my baby.

the time will come when everything will be framed by Zen
and your zeal's your only appeal
and you re-invent the wheel
to prove that doom doesn't affect you
That's when I want to get my neck close to you.

the music affects the lover's lane in my brain
the sun ignited doesn't scare me
linguistically I'm prepared for anything
Then won't you listen to me
then won't you swing with me in the hammock between the trees.