Jejune 38 Calumet
We came in and made a mess, pitched a tent in your living
room. someone's stolen Lucien's vest, when no one's here
things are jejune. solitaire's not just for one, Monday
night we'll have a game. doesn't matter whose team you're
on, Cleveland wins it either way. we missed you so and we
don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at calumet? i
got just one hour of sleep, too much sabbath in my head.
ron jon's stressed beyond belief so get your feet off of
the bed. Jude is climbing up the walls, she hates D.
Creek as much as me. i'm not here if someone calls,
unless it's from apartment three. we'll miss you so and
we don't want to go yet. why can't we be home at 38
calumet? what's that melody i hear? hard and straight's
what pays the bills. sing-song english harmonies, much
too clever, makes me ill. before i go just one last
thing, i just want all of you to know. we'll be back in
early spring, unless this van decides to blow.
