Four-Years Old Lyrics

Come to the bird park with me

I'll show you something you've never seen

I'm four-years old, and my boots are dry

And my stick is a bird-detector

Look at dad's fresh coffee grounds

There are bugs! There are bugs! Small and brown

I'd better pour it all around

I'd better hold it upside down

I'm four-years old, and I'm starting to wonder

Why the sky is made of clouds and thunder

If electricity in the ceiling fan

Is the same as the sunlight on my hand

A funnel cloud on a sick-colored morning

The radio announced a tomato warning

A sky that warmed us yesterday

Now gives us cause to run away

Icy streets in the lifeless cold

"Mom, who puts cables on telephone poles?"

Popsicles at the grocery store

"Dad, why do people fight in wars?"

I'm four-years old, and I don't know

Why some things die while other things grow

Sometimes there's peace, sometimes aggression

Mom says, "Sometimes answers are less important than questions"

Dad says culture and civilization

Spring like Adam from my imagination

But unlike the Creator in those olden days

I won't blame my creatures for my mistakes

Mom hopes I'll live meaningfully

With Man's discoveries passed down to me

For now I'll think and I'll labor

To turn some Legos into an elevator

I'm four-years old and I can see

That every day has a mystery

Though evil exists, it's nothing to me

I don't take such nonsense seriously

I'm four-years old, and there's no way

That I can live one more day

Without knowing everything

About this silly world we all got stuck in