Rhododendron

Rhododendron Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark Pinch a trolley, push me around the park Two strands of paint run, gulls circle above Did you know that the dawn and the dusk were in love? We make our way down to the rhododendron dell The past starts to shrink as the future starts to swell Oranges and reds are now handcuffed together And they can't escape god's boots of black leather Hand me six dollars worth of bottle and booze Which hair is mine, whose skin is whose Like a flower her scent is not lost in the dark Oh varnished soul, please excuse my bark