Andover

Walk home through the early streets: arrive to my home, it's not far off now.

Schoolkids with their families, and like hell their mothers tried to be on time...

Bless this earth, my soul, the universe!

It's often big enough to leave me out.

Paid the rent, now we've been canonized: it takes a different man to stand upright.

Take my side!

I swear its good enough, it's so we both remember!

Waste my time, I folded, she gave up-just so we both remember.

Try to get something so simple now, I talk plain all the time it burns me out.

Finished with a sense of dignity, my memory is just in time to bail me out.

I was born into a dream: she woke me at dawn, now my suitcase is gone.

Morning symphony, my neighbor cried, "The neighborhood's used up!" (We kicked them out.)

Next we blush and turn away: we never learn.

It's the little boy, we know he hurts the worst.

He's the artist: try to solve it, break your word.

Oh, you know it'll-of course you know it hurts...

We're headstrong.

It's our fault, it's our fault: it's our fault.

Take my side!

I swear its good enough, it's so we both remember!

Waste my time, I folded, she gave up-just so we both remember.

Take from me the very best you can; we have.

And it seems that your life evokes words…

I spring up from my desk, I pace up and down. I'm waiting.

(She counts the footfalls 'til she sleeps. She never wakes.)

I count my words carefully; the type is just off.

(She never wakes.)

I get by; but fumble with it.

Still, she prays for my well-being, and also for this great nation.

Play our songs and never grow up!