Elephant's Memory

Martin Sexton

Composed by: Martin Sexton
Calling, calling 
Father wanted to run away 
With the circus as a kid 
Or a teen escape to the priestly way 
And in a way he almost did 
Twelve children 'round the supper table 
Every blessed one is his 
Chanting ten turns 'round the rosary 
The holy circus that it is. 
And me, I'm looking on with elephant's memory 
At that old elephant in the living room 
You know the one we try not to see 
The one who aint gonna be leaving too soon 
He's calling, he's calling. 
Mother asked me what I'm grateful for 
We make up something one by one 
Father says forgive us sinners lord 
Staring right at me when he's done 
Baby sees the elephant like she sees the steam rising off her plate 
But soon enough she'll fall in line 
And finally learn to look away 
I think he's calling, he's calling 
As the secrecy's keeping the lock on the gate 
Guarding us in our safe place 
Watching and waiting for someone to step out of line 
Enforcing with anti-grace 
All of you keepers and wanna be sleepers 
Wake up there's a message so clear 
I saw the elephant and I looked him in the eye 
And he begged me not to tell you he's here 
But he's here. He's here 
And he's calling, he's calling.
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