Red sun go down way over dirty town   Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals   A girl is there high heeling across the square   Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles   Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light   She looks around to find a face she can like      Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for evensong   Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays   They're all in the station praying for trains   Congregation late again   It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days   Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright   He's a crazy lion howling for a fight      Strap hanging gunshot sound   Doors slamming on the overground   Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone   Her evening paper is horror torn   But there's hope later for capricorns   Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home   Then she's reading about a swing to the right   But she's thinking about a stranger in the night   I'm thinking about the lions tonight   What happened to the lions