Long ago when Mercury descended high on the moon
Far below where little hands are making shapes in the room
The shadows they dance
And they cheer up this place
The face that′s staring through the tiny crack in the door
Eyes so wide
He′s never seen a woman fall on the floor

I swear daddy′s killed her this time
Should I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?
Should I make a bullet?
Should I try to shoot the gun?
I′m sure the judge will let me off real soon.

Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun
The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run
The plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue
Eyes so wide
He′s telling mommy all the things he can do
He′ll sketch a contraption to save them for sure

He can draw an alien
He can come and take them home
He can draw a cartoon
He can draw a safety hatch
He can draw a hot bath
He can plug a toaster in
And wait till daddy′s nice and warm
Toss it in
And then when he′s gone
There′s a neverland of fun

Take a loaded gun
Take a shot of rum
Take a poison rat
There′s a lesson in that
No more closing fists
No more face to hit
No more bloody nose or apologetic roses

Long ago when Mercury descended high on the Moon
Should I make a rocket?
Should I try to fly away?
Far below little hands are making shapes in the room
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?
Long ago when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun
Should I draw are cartoon?
Should I draw an alien?
Deep inside a little boy is turning pain into fun
Should I draw a hot bath?
Should I throw the toaster in?