Deserted on friday after noon
last words hung in the air
like faint perfume
On the night before sunday
all through the flat
not a conscience was stirring
just roaches and rats
and the wallpaper clung to
the kitchen with grease
while the magnets held her
picture to the 'fridgerator-freezer
momma's cookin' chicken and
I'm not chokin' on a wishbone
overblown ego's in checkmate
sore loser, using what the gods gave out
Lovers on earth can't understand
I don't fit their universal plan
I've been to the stars and back again
Send me no sympathy
I'm staying down
deep in my solitude
where i can drown
on a hot summer sunday
and here in the park
I'm laughin' on grass
without a guitar
and the girl's in brooklyn
hugging all the trees
in a backyard garden
I'll never get to see
Lovers on earth can't understand...
Ln a hot summer sunday
and here in the park
I'm laughin' on grass
without a guitar
Lovers on earth can't understand
I don't fit their universal plan
I've been to the stars and back again
take me there