Striking the chord at the end of the hall When we walked to get some bubble gum No drummers let in past a certain point Red hats in the snowstorm A phony greenish tattersall drooped behind the master's favorite chair How lewd and perfect a reply To the singers gathered around him "I won't have time to see thee," says the baker with the rolls. "That's ok, just leave them warm and soft, ready for honey." And so we sang as if it mattered and we ate as if it didn't.
Striking the chord at the end of the hall
ReplyDeleteWhen we walked to get some bubble gum
No drummers let in past a certain point
Red hats in the snowstorm
A phony greenish tattersall
drooped behind the master's favorite chair
How lewd and perfect a reply
To the singers gathered around him
"I won't have time to see thee,"
says the baker with the rolls.
"That's ok, just leave them
warm and soft, ready for honey."
And so we sang as if it mattered
and we ate as if it didn't.