Richard Shindell - Parasol Ants lyrics

The thief is down flat on the ground
Face on cement a crowd gathers round
His old black coat thrown over his head
The crowd's all hushed
Cause it looks like he's dead

He's got a limited view
Just one patch of light shining down
On a curious sight parasol ants
In a perfect line with bright green leaves
Raised up high
And he is God and those leaves are sails
He is God and his breath is the gale
He is God with time to kill
He is God and he can do just what he will

But God is bored so, it's, what the hell
He let's go a gust just to watch them flail
The ants go flying in disarray
Those bright green leaves all blown away

But God's got problems he's busted, but good
He ain't nothin'
Just a well-known local hood
The ants keep coming they pay him no mind
They've got leaves to move
They just march on by