Tinkture Poor Eugene
Well welcome into my hotel,Freshly cleaned with simple
green.
And my tiles, they are singing,
But I know that that can't be.
It's such a lovely place,
Do you like it my friend?
I think I heard it again.
I wonder what it might have been.
Well some rats really like their cats,
But that's no excuse.
'Why oh Why-'
My hints are no use.
There's something wrong,
And I wasn't hear for '69.
Stop testing my patience,
These airwaves are mine.
It's just so odd, so unexplained.
Loneliness makes things so strange.
And it's gotten worse since we began.
And I wonder, can he hear us back?
