Hiawatha

Pandora, where are all the swans?
Prometheus, where have your sons gone?

In the land where I was conceived
There’s a place beyond the make believe
Where the cause of love is great
And will not be denied ‘cause we are late
Nor will be because we hesitate

Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha

Picasso, can you draw me a bath?
I need to laugh and meditate a while
I would never pull a gun on someone of your caliber
‘Cause my style is to shoot them with a smile

Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha

Pandora, where are all the swans?
Prometheus, where have your sons gone?

Sentiment is what it is
And the ties that bind need wine to reminisce
Let’s pray the vines were planted with a kiss

Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha
Hiawatha