Quest Boogaloo

Quest Boogaloo

O, how do I make my baby believe

That there are such things as the dinosaurs

And the words all are fine once you write them in

And you’ve got to keep dancing for life to begin?

What do I say so my baby believes

That I just can’t exist ‘til his whimsy come back

And that love is an instinct, and reason is loose

And the magic is stored up all in my caboose?

What a drag, O my baby – we’re mired in real

And nothing’s the way that the other world was

I feel you’ve been poisoned with mortal and thought

When you fight alongside me I’ll pull the dream taut.

I think I’ve been wand’ring; I think I’ve been lost

And he’s got to come over to see what I sing

My baby needs ballast and blarney and bread

There’s sun past the demon that’s borrowed his head

I’ve got to do something; my baby’s all clogged

And how will I take him away to the isle

if the stones in his pocket won’t let the boy swim

And the shade in his soul makes my own soul go dim?

I can’t make him summer; he must make his own

Else where in his heart will I go to find light?

Where will he keep me if shadows are cold

And give me a place where I’ll never grow old?

I thought of the moment when he had to choose

And he took up the New and he banished the Old

And the fire was lit and I burned at the stake

And the choice wasn’t hard for his piety’s sake

I’ll never stop loving. I’ll never undo

all the knots that our fate tugged along through the years

But I fear for my baby and all he can sway

If his hate takes the witch and her magic away.