Illustrations

Tell me little boy why did I see

You throw another starfish back into the sea?

There's so many lying here on the sandy beach

You can barely save those that are in your reach

Wait a minute mister, you don't understand

Why I grab another starfish that's laying in the sand

You see, about a hundred feet off the sandy shore

Are a couple hungry sharks and they want some more

Illustrations, illustrations

I wonder who writes these anyway

Illustrations, illustrations

Make it sound like you really got something to say

An old violin on the auctioneer's stand

It was dusty and out of tune, a sight in his hand

The man said who'll give me a dollar or so

For this old piece of junk on the auction flo'

But an old man walked up and rosined up the bow

And tuned the strings and started playing real slow

But a string snapped and the bridge broke with a crash

So the master musician just threw it in the trash

Illustrations, illustrations

I wonder who writes these anyway

Illustrations, illustrations

Make it sound like you really got something to say

I remember when I was an undergrad

Or was it when I was still living with my mom and my dad

Or was I thinking 'bout the nature of a husband and wife

Or pondering the meaning of life?

It was something 'bout professors and an old textbook

Or that wives are always right or that a man can't cook

It doesn't really matter for no one can tell

That I got these yesterday when I read my e-mail

Illustrations, illustrations

I wonder who writes these anyway

Illustrations, illustrations

Make it sound like you really got something to say

May 20, 1998

I wrote this after I heard the starfish illustration the third time in one school year at Evangel.

Words and music by Bill Griffin