I Am an Ape - David Byrne, St. Vincent

In a garden

Stands a statue

Of the man who won the war

His expression

Tender yearning

Every nation near and far

Oh, sad and ancient father, sweet as honey, tough as leather

Running down the hill on Christmas day

I am an ape

I stand and wait

A masterpiece

A hairy beast

I move so fast

I take a chance

Come up close

I’m not a ghost

Navigator

When you wake up

And you step outside your door

Shoes and panties

Washed and folded

Taking off your dirty clothes

This garden tells a story, amber close-up, faded glory

Running through the streets on Christmas day

I am an ape

I stand and wait

A masterpiece

A hairy beast

Try not to laugh

Just take a chance

I visited

Inside your head

If you trespass,

In this garden

To a place you should not go

If you step out

From the shadows

See the city fall in awe

I am an ape

I stand and wait

A masterpiece

A hairy beast

No need to hide

Come inside

I will not last

I too shall pass