Picture Me

Picture me in a crayon book I'm a starving fighter with a gentle look
Count sheep when I'm able count cobs of corn
Picture me I'm starving
Picture me in a bright red suit what a stormy sight
I'm a bright red light
Your personal beacon your public scolds at my senseless taste my tacky clothes
Picture my bright future
Picture me in a crowed bus I'm the guy on the right on the left what a fuss
I was young at your table how you used to scold
Picture my bright future
Picture me I'm baby's yawn got a short little body with a face as long as a German road
As the autobahn
Picture me I'm starving
Picture my bright future I'm starving
We'd laugh in our stirrups gallop away swallow the sunset and shout olé
I once was a studious child my nose and my book made for one big smile
I'd drive in your cab but we'd go so slow
Picture me I'm starving
Picture my bright future
Picture me I'm starving