| Song | Elephant's Memory |
| Artist | Martin Sexton |
| Album | Wonder Bar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sexton | |
| Calling, calling | |
| Father wanted to run away | |
| With the circus as a kid | |
| Or a teen escape to the priestly way | |
| And in a way he almost did | |
| Twelve children 'round the supper table | |
| Every blessed one is his | |
| Chanting ten turns 'round the rosary | |
| The holy circus that it is. | |
| And me, I'm looking on with elephant's memory | |
| At that old elephant in the living room | |
| You know the one we try not to see | |
| The one who aint gonna be leaving too soon | |
| He's calling, he's calling. | |
| Mother asked me what I'm grateful for | |
| We make up something one by one | |
| Father says forgive us sinners lord | |
| Staring right at me when he's done | |
| Baby sees the elephant like she sees the steam rising off her plate | |
| But soon enough she'll fall in line | |
| And finally learn to look away | |
| I think he's calling, he's calling | |
| As the secrecy's keeping the lock on the gate | |
| Guarding us in our safe place | |
| Watching and waiting for someone to step out of line | |
| Enforcing with anti-grace | |
| All of you keepers and wanna be sleepers | |
| Wake up there's a message so clear | |
| I saw the elephant and I looked him in the eye | |
| And he begged me not to tell you he's here | |
| But he's here. He's here | |
| And he's calling, he's calling. |
| zuo ci : Sexton | |
| Calling, calling | |
| Father wanted to run away | |
| With the circus as a kid | |
| Or a teen escape to the priestly way | |
| And in a way he almost did | |
| Twelve children ' round the supper table | |
| Every blessed one is his | |
| Chanting ten turns ' round the rosary | |
| The holy circus that it is. | |
| And me, I' m looking on with elephant' s memory | |
| At that old elephant in the living room | |
| You know the one we try not to see | |
| The one who aint gonna be leaving too soon | |
| He' s calling, he' s calling. | |
| Mother asked me what I' m grateful for | |
| We make up something one by one | |
| Father says forgive us sinners lord | |
| Staring right at me when he' s done | |
| Baby sees the elephant like she sees the steam rising off her plate | |
| But soon enough she' ll fall in line | |
| And finally learn to look away | |
| I think he' s calling, he' s calling | |
| As the secrecy' s keeping the lock on the gate | |
| Guarding us in our safe place | |
| Watching and waiting for someone to step out of line | |
| Enforcing with antigrace | |
| All of you keepers and wanna be sleepers | |
| Wake up there' s a message so clear | |
| I saw the elephant and I looked him in the eye | |
| And he begged me not to tell you he' s here | |
| But he' s here. He' s here | |
| And he' s calling, he' s calling. |
| zuò cí : Sexton | |
| Calling, calling | |
| Father wanted to run away | |
| With the circus as a kid | |
| Or a teen escape to the priestly way | |
| And in a way he almost did | |
| Twelve children ' round the supper table | |
| Every blessed one is his | |
| Chanting ten turns ' round the rosary | |
| The holy circus that it is. | |
| And me, I' m looking on with elephant' s memory | |
| At that old elephant in the living room | |
| You know the one we try not to see | |
| The one who aint gonna be leaving too soon | |
| He' s calling, he' s calling. | |
| Mother asked me what I' m grateful for | |
| We make up something one by one | |
| Father says forgive us sinners lord | |
| Staring right at me when he' s done | |
| Baby sees the elephant like she sees the steam rising off her plate | |
| But soon enough she' ll fall in line | |
| And finally learn to look away | |
| I think he' s calling, he' s calling | |
| As the secrecy' s keeping the lock on the gate | |
| Guarding us in our safe place | |
| Watching and waiting for someone to step out of line | |
| Enforcing with antigrace | |
| All of you keepers and wanna be sleepers | |
| Wake up there' s a message so clear | |
| I saw the elephant and I looked him in the eye | |
| And he begged me not to tell you he' s here | |
| But he' s here. He' s here | |
| And he' s calling, he' s calling. |