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| This is my song don't sing along It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped Like good men I am disabled From understanding what we are taught to condemn In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick And the hours that it took to think of this And the road that got the best of you one day Can you see it all Some how I knew this wasn?t it Some how I knew that we will see this to fruition They said I was a ditsy housewife And I have a crude opinions of unpractised men In my pajamas I still hold my record player There's a hockey game on the table by the chair And when it rains your hair begin to curl Come the winds of dawn Without your eye patch and your parrot I've been informed it was national "talk like a pirate day" Perhaps this singing is a refuge From other equally uncomfortable thoughts And you disregard the clock upon the wall It's a wonder you can disregard at all You just try to find a softer way to fall Back into my arms Now he thought he was a citizen But only in the vaguest sort of way And we will tale it to the people And the people will then take it all away With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough And you wonder when your education starts And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve And then you leave I think we had better call a cab Our thirst for this has made these no use And I remember our last kiss And I'll remember all the others from now on Until it's time to sing this song over my grave Like a boy who just forgets the mourning shave Or the girl gets that hound dog to behave I will sing to you |
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