Cabin fever, Sunday blues Lying on the kitchen floor Wishing you might come around and lift me up 'Cause I'm all out of good ideas And I've been wondering if I could have kept you in a jar, kept the lid on for good ‘Cause I know we can't go back, or keep time from running And I'm all out of good ideas But you know that, honey
It's a sorry kind of summer, but I know A thing or two about duck and cover, cut and run And I'm longing to get rolling with the band, wide open sea Back to what I need
Chart a course for somewhere I know I can disappear I'm trading places with the man in the morning paper ‘Cause I know we can't go back, can't keep time from running And I'm all out of good ideas, but you know that, honey
It's a sorry kind of summer, but I know A thing or two about duck and cover, cut and run And I'm longing to get rolling with the band, wide open sea Back to what I need
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