Priest with Balloons - Tiny Ruins

Priest with Balloons - Tiny Ruins
Not regular party size
Waves crash on either side
He's wearing polypropylene
Clutching at straws
Holding onto string
What was he looking for
Truth
Or was it heaven
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak
He's put his helmet on
Steps out
Floats on into the sky
Goodbye
It's funny
But I can understand why
I want to live
Where the traffic controllers
Are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined
In numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons
While some were meant for sea
In tug boats
Round the shore's knee
Milling with the sand
And always coming back to land
For others
Up above
Is all they care to think of
Up there with the birds and clouds
And words don't follow
There are times when I
Sit down to tea
Some well meaning companion will ask me
How's it going with everything
Quite nicely
But I want to live
Where the traffic controllers
Are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined
In numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons
Though time has soldiered on
I still think upon him
Waging with the sky he's crying goodbye
What was he looking for
Truth or was it Heaven
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak