Meaning: a tragedy about a blue horse.

Mom was the queen of the proscenium,
Things were up – fell on the wall
She let herself free on the spot
What do I do?
And the books I studied let me down here today:
Another performer trying to captivate.

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.

One of them came up,
I embarrassed her
And another tried to piss me off
I clipped her wings just like that.
And there was one more – she was too shy to show.
I said, “What was the matter?”
She’s like, “You’re not worth it, girl.”

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.

And two kids who heard my shtick
Went to the forest to awaken
The subject of my tall tales
And awaken he did
He was tearing the cottages
Natural control threatened to come back
Hysteria was pretty high
And then the shy one came.

She focused every ounce of her
To bring that thing to sleep
Taking it where the cosmic dust
Wouldn’t make a townwide black hole.
And she set my house on fire, destroyed my photo album
And the last time I saw mom, she crinkled into black.

And now she’s gone, gone forever.
They don’t understand why I wear the cape and hat.
Mom would’ve been proud to see I followed her path,
But now she’s lost forever until the stars fall on us
And we become small again.

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.