Song Length |
3:22 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
Bonsai Man
© 2005 Will Stanley
He tells his family that he really loves them, but then he seems to put his work above them
No Zen... in the Bonsai Man
The most important thing in life, ain't money and it sure ain't his wife
It's a long cold night, with the Bonsai Man
It ain't that he's small, in his stockin' feet he's almost 6 feet tall
Deep inside he's hasn't grown, he figures passion's rap is overblown
His responses are always canned, he thinks that life is anything but grand
The epitome of bland, the Bonsai man
He don't vote in any election, at the restaurant he'll take any selection
No rejection, from the Bonsai Man
Instrumental
He goes through the motions at home and work, his reactions always just knee-jerk
Even when he's in a throng, it always seems he don't belong
He gives new meaning to sore thumb and some folks think he must be dumb
His face just stays deadpan, the Bonsai Man
There's no rapport with him, so you can just ignore in him
What you can't understand
Like what the reasons are for his pall of gloom
And why he's locked himself inside this tomb
Ask his opinion of world affairs, all you'll get is a blank stare
He don't care, he's a Bonsai Man
Instrumental
He wasn't always this removed, he used to think that there was lots to prove
But when his angel puppy died, something snapped deep inside
Now he just visits life with neither love nor hate, peace nor strife
His emotions just a sham, the Bonsai Man.
A sapient door jamb, the Bonsai Man.