Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

The Lion's Den

Somewhere in a cornfield down Highway 99
The engine roared its bitter drone, prepared itself to die
But boy, there's no going back, no going back again
from the jaws of the lion's den

Like a child who thinks he's found his way to fly
Just to find gravity his kryptonite
but he's going back up, you can see it in his eyes
not deterred by failure or surprise

Abandoned in a cornfield like a deer out in the street
where survival depends not on wits but the speed of your feet
But boy there's no going back from your destination
or escaping all the dangers of your imagination
There's no going back, no going back again
from the jaws of the lion's den

The guitarist played his way through his invisible band
some disgusting karaoke mutation
With nothing of much value or variation
just awkward applause of hands

Like a child who thinks he's found his way to fly
Just to find gravity his kryptonite
but he's going back up, you can see it in his eyes
not deterred by failure or surprise