Certainly, Sir
Sweet Time
Take your sweet time during mine.
Days out of line, that's just fine. A minute infinite,
two hours all ours,
three days off in a daze,
four years, oh
what the heck are years for? -Like electric rails, overflowing pails,
the ever never more.
What the heck are tears for?
-They're to fill the pails,
bring you to the rails;
they're what's behind that door.
What am I here for?
Letras de canciones-Here to keep me home, though it's really yours.
When it pains it roars. Oh stop, you'll make my ears sore.
-Could be what you need. Watch the sky recede and clear out for the storm.
Come out from in the open
-turn off the TV
stand back from all the windows
-get beneath a tree.
Safe and dry and warm, hey, that's me.
From Letras Mania