I Am an Ape

David Byrne


In a garden, stands a statue… Of the man who won the war
His expression, tender yearning
Ev’ry 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—but take a chance
And 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 o 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 far below

I am an ape—I stand and wait
A masterpiece—a hairy beast
No need to hide—come on inside
I will not last—I too shall pass


Autor(es): ANNE ERIN CLARK, DAVID BYRNE