Lyrics

Dinosaur

A sunny sky of blue could give you the wrong clue.
I choose the obvious way; this song demands a sky of gray.
Though I despise clichés and look for other ways
To show you what I see. This song demands a minor key.

You’re the very last one to remember me witty.
I was good for a laugh, I was kind, even pretty.
The wit’s been replaced by an acidic tongue
There are lines on my face, I’m no longer young.

At first I was angry and tried to deny it.
I rejoined the gym, bought new clothes, tried to diet.
I even bought “friends” and tried to find loyalty
From those far too young to recognize royalty.

You’re gone. I’m still here, with nights growing longer.
I think of the future but memory’s stronger.
For now I’m alone, for now there’s no more “us”
I know how she felt…that last Brontosaurus.
I know how she felt…that last Brontosaurus.

 

Copyright ©1992 John Hall & Roger Bourland

Commissioned by the Gay Men’s Chorus of Los Angeles. Funded in part by the Cultural Affairs Department, City of Los Angeles.

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