The Great Zebra Migration (For Lyle)

Hey Lyle
Haven’t seen your dad in a while
I miss his madman smile
When we were boys we was crazy

Hey Lyle
You dad passed your letter along
That you want me to write you a zebra song
That little drawing you made really amazed me

But Lyle
Well Lyle I’m a busy man
You know, I used to be in a pretty serious band
So I don’t work unless somebody pays me

But lyle
I was telling my girls last night
You dad’s the oldest friend I’ve got in my life
So I’ll make an exception even though it pains me
Oh Lyle

And Lyle
As you walk across the fruited plain
Sometimes you’ll wonder where in heavens name
Could tame a wild Zebra like you

But Lyle
Someday you’ll find something of your own
Cuz you know a Zebra shouldn’t walk alone
Don’t wanna wind up in some dirty zoo

Well Lyle I’ve seen some Zebras
Two or three
They’re just like you and me and your old man

Always searching for a scene
Where the grass is green
Just like in old Nxai Pan

300 miles yeah they migrate far
Just trying to find out who they are
Folks like you and me and your dad, we can understand

And Lyle
I gotta apologize you and your ma
Cuz I encouraged you dad buy that electric guitar
I’m sure that things driving you crazy

And Lyle
Yeah it’s funny that we’ve never met
We’d get along good I bet
Watch a little TV and be lazy