The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band
Текст песни Little Ruby Rain

Stay in the shadow of my hand
Comfortable friend.
You're a tree-ripened girl
Still green
Seen on billboards.
You're a baby,
Not in age, but ideas.
Toss and turn my friend to the end
Of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids.

You're the sun reflected in the sand of a far-away land.
You're a circus performer magnificently
Twirling
The acrobat inside you is leisurely
Suspended using no net.
Destiny is below with it's casual arithmetic waiting


Little Ruby Rain your storm is just a game.
And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder.

When the vines of Times Square
Electrify your soft hair
And four white horses
With ruby red eyes
Pull your casket away

Only a thimble full of people
Will understand.
And as the applause dies down
I'll remember you the way you are today.
Stay in the shadows of my hand, comfortable friend
You're a tree-ripened girl,
Still green
Seen on billboards.
You're a baby,
Not in age, but ideas.
Toss and turn my friend to the end,
Of the storm underneath your sleeping eyelids.

Little Ruby Rain your storm is just a game.
And it's strange to be yesterday's thunder.