Greg Brown Someday House
Someday House
I'm living in a someday house
I'm here and I'm there
I'm staring at your blouse
Thrown over a chair
I'm deep in a quandary
Another child that got old
I don't mind doing the laundry
If you'll help me fold
Looks like bright sunshine
Well, let's hang'em out on the line
And then it starts to rain again
It's too quiet on this block
They call it a nice neighborhood
But I'm staring at the clock
And I'm up to no good
I can sleep when I'm dead
If I live that long
Forget everything I said
I know most of it was wrong
I can twist and I can shout
Come on, let's go out
And then it starts to rain again
Well, you don't fire from the hip
You're a real straight shooter
You got such pretty lips
Do you know what you do to
A man like me; odd fellow
Who just has to be outside
I don't need no umbrella
Will you be my bride?
I'll be the one with the apple
Let's go down to the chapel
Even if it starts to rain again
