This whole park bench belongs to me - I'm not crazy I reserved it late last spring Don't sit there, that's my dog Thought we'd spend the summer here (My wilderness vacation) Scare off the tourists, or charge them to feed us Yes, I'm a real financier And when the interest rates fall, I will invest in a mall Somewhere to keep from the cold wind that rattles my bones and the sticks and the stones that shatter my ears since Davy left here I was always too high strung, seeking my salvation Now I just seek oblivion (and my blood pressure's down) Used to be so hard to keep up with all the Joneses Now I just keep up with me If you don't like it go home When this world finally ends. I will be wealthy again I have all my past in this blue shopping bag that I guard like the strings of my heart that once rang so clear when Davy was here In your pity, you're forgetting that I was once somebody's better half Visit me again sometime. here among the flowers When you've know a love like mine, it's hart to chit chat for long Life has more rips in its seams than any novelist dreams Come when the fabric of nighttime is tattered and torn We'll talk into dawn but you'll have to go when Davy gets homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
